232 Recreations of a Sportsman 



inal by a companion when we made the descent 

 of a steep mountain in a six-in-hand on the run 

 in about eighteen minutes, which had taken two 

 hours to crawl up. 



As these lines are written I am, one might 

 say, recovering from several coaching experi- 

 ences in trying to reach isolated trout streams 

 more or less interesting. One over the San 

 Lucia Mountains on a shelf of a road was de- 

 lightful; another over the Santa Cruz along 

 that beautiful trout stream, the Soquel, where 

 we followed the great earthquake fault, was ex- 

 citing as it was made in an automobile, and 

 meeting a ten-in-hand of bulls, oxen, and mules 

 on a shelf cut out of the side of the grade a 

 thousand feet up the face of the range is not 

 without its peculiar charm and thrills. An- 

 other delightful ride was made over the Cas- 

 cade and Siskiyou ranges fifty miles to the 

 Modoc country and the trout streams of Upper 

 Klamath. 



To reach the angler's stage route one passes 

 Mount Shasta, one of the most beautiful of all 

 the large mountains in California; a resting vol- 

 cano that but a few centuries ago bombarded 

 the sun and all the planets and covered the earth 

 for hundreds of square miles with balls of molten 

 lava which to-day stand monuments of the yes- 

 terday of the earth. In skirting Shasta there 

 is constantly a new view, new glaciers, new out- 



