Angling in a Crater 29 



Towards night, in the cool of the evening, you 

 reach the low country, yet on the summit of the 

 Cascades, and roll into Klamath Falls, where 

 you see trout rising in the river. You inter- 

 rogate a man, who has a string of trout any 

 one of which will weigh ten pounds, but he says 

 they are only " average." It will not be long 

 before the angler can reach this town by rail 

 and go on, but now a steamer takes you up the 

 lake, and they tell you in an apologetic sort 

 of way, to explain the lack of speed, that the 

 engine was formerly used as a part of a reaper, 

 " and it don't just fit." But what does an angler 

 care for time? and this lofty, top-heavy, stern- 

 wheeled nightmare, a type of the mythical None 

 Such, three decks and no bottom, appeals to 

 you, and the yarns you hear of her would fill a 

 book. It was said that the captain did not like 

 to whistle, as she invariably stopped, but I think 

 this was not so. It was also said that she al- 

 ways anchored at night, but as she never ran 

 at night this also was evidently a libel. There 

 was one self-evident fact when the wind blew 

 hard she went astern ; but then, the wind rarely 

 blows hard at Klamath. Her method of as- 

 cending the river at Odessa and other places 

 was original. The streams were of the cork- 

 screw type, and once headed in, the engineer 

 put on all steam and rammed the steamer into 

 it. She hit the bank and caromed, striking the 



