l8o FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



the scenery was constantly changing, and we were 

 not there to be tired, and the hours passed pleasantly. 

 It took just eleven of them to accomplish the dis- 

 tance, it being up-hill work all the way. To note 

 the difference between up and down hill, in river- 

 boating, we were but six hours in making the return 

 passage. We reached the landing, five miles from 

 the lake, the river, on account of rapids, being 

 impassable the remainder of the distance, at five 

 o'clock, and a comfortable walk of a mile brought 

 us to Spof. Flint's camp, on the shore of Sunday 

 Pond, where we spent the night. 



In the morning we took our departure through 

 the woods, on foot, for the lake, distant four miles. 

 We were two hours in crossing this carry, not 

 rapid locomotion, but fast enough to be agreeable. 

 Considering the non-macadamized road over which 

 we passed, the ladies stood the jaunt remarkably 

 well. Our baggage followed us on a horse-sled. 



To say that we lifted up our voices with joy and 

 gladness when the waters of the charming lake 

 greeted our sight, would certainly be within the 

 range of truth, and close range at that. 



Very grateful was the change from our weary 

 tramp to the delightful sail across the lake, in a 

 commodious boat to Camp Caribou, beautifully 

 situated upon a small island near the farther shore. 



