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number, ' 'but I have not visited them since the Raquette 

 waters were planted with pickerel by a Long Lake vandal, 

 whose name I have forgotten." 



"But I haven't. It was Lysander Hall, who had often 

 served as my guide, and aD excellent guide he was quick, 

 intelligent, obliging and better acquainted with all the by- 

 paths of the wilderness than any guide I ever had, except 

 George Morse, who was killed in the war, and over wbosa 

 remains Gen. Spinner caused to be erected a fitting record 

 of his patriotism and courage." 



''No matter what he was in all else, in thus polluting the 

 Raquette waters, Hall committed a crime for which there 

 was no law to mete out to him fitting punishment. The 

 grandest trout waters in the State are deteriorated for all 

 time. But, as I was saying, I remember those long rapids 

 very pleasantly, and except at Setting Pole, I enjoyed swift 

 water fishing nowhere else so well. Since I last visited 

 them I have done something in the way of killing sea trout, 

 and I seldom cast in the swift waters where they are found 

 without being reminded of the rapids on the Raquette." 



' 'Are not the fish even more alike than the waters they 

 inhabit?" 



"At first I thought the fish not only alike in appsarance, 

 but alike in fact. But I have since changed my opinion, 

 and now believe them to be quite distinct from our brook or 

 river trout, but of course, of the same general family. " 



"In this," I replied, "you are at odds with some of the 

 best writers. " 



4 'I know that very well, but I know also that I am in agree- 

 ment with others, and where doctors thus diifer I have tried 

 to decide for myself, not by any scientific investigation 

 although 1 have done a little of that but by a close observ- 

 ation of the haunts and habits of the fish. Some of the 

 salmon and sea trout rivers I have fished are fed by numer- 

 ous small tributaries which are full of brook trout, and 

 when coveting a mess, as we often did, I knew just where 

 to 'find them. I have one special brook in my mind which 

 projected its cold, pure transparent water into the river with 



