30 Recreations of a Sportsman 



opposite side, which threw her violently in the 

 opposite direction. And so she sped on, and 

 finally you got where you were going, and as 

 long as you live you will remember; not the 

 bumping up the little river, not the drifting with 

 the wind, nor the yarns as you sat by the har- 

 vester boiler on the penochle deck; not these, 

 but the drove of big trout that moved on ahead 

 of her up the river of delights and no name, at 

 whose headwaters hung, like a roc's egg against 

 the sky, the snow-capped peak of a great volcano 

 named Pitt. 



You are bound for the Blue Lake of Mazama, 

 to fish in the wonderful crater, but you cannot 

 resist stopping to try these giants of the tribe 

 of Rainbow. Odessa is the name of the stop- 

 ping place, a little hamlet devoted to ducks, 

 snipe, grouse, and giant trout. The following 

 day, while they are getting the stage and your 

 outfit ready, for you must camp at Mazama, or 

 on the Williamson, you row out into Pelican 

 Bay, and cast your " march brown," or " coach- 

 man," or " kamloops " at the denizens of the 

 cold springs that partly make this wonderful 

 region. The Upper Klamath is twenty miles or 

 so long, and looks ten wide. The east side has 

 the appearance of the edge of a crater, and, 

 confidentially, Klamath Lake may have been an 

 ancient crater, as it is hard to get away from 

 volcanoes here. Pitt is always before you, and 



