192 FLY-FISHfXG IN MAINE LAKES. 



Which, divided by the aforesaid two pickerel, giv- 

 eth the cost of each at $15.12^. Very aristocratic 

 pickerel. Don't you think so ? 



Of course the above does not include our cigars, 

 and a little something to keep the cold out while 

 we built the fire ; that's understood. 



Not wishing to have this spot all to ourselves, I 

 have given you the name of the pond, and beg to 

 annex the following diagram of it and its surround- 

 ings, that should my readers wish to try their luck, 

 they may know where to go, and how it looks when 

 they get there. 



[The book-maker says my little sketch has got to 

 be placed at the top of the next page, and he sends 

 to me in great haste to fill up this gap. Now, if I 

 had had more experience in book-making, I should 

 have several " chunks " written up to supply such 

 wants ; but as I have not, I will use the space by 

 showing my readers the uncertainty of fishing, and 

 the aptness of the phrase, "fisherman's luck : " 



A few days after our excursion, a party of gentle- - 

 men from Cohasset, who were in the habit of fishing 

 the pond in the summer, visited it for the same 

 purpose, and, with about the same number of lines 

 which we had, "toiled all day," and caught nothing. 

 This is a lie, but it fills up the space just the same.] 



