240 Recreations of a Sportsman 



of Bogtown. There was one sure check to these 

 advances and that was to let the man talk for 

 five miles where the scenery was poor, then to 

 tell him that you were in the real estate business 

 yourself and offer him alkali land in South- 

 ern California. He would invariably regard you 

 with a frenzied air, and then relapse into gloom 

 of the deepest quality. 



A day in Klamath before taking the road north 

 affords an opportunity to see one of the wonders 

 of this lofty region of lakes, one that is a sole 

 and unique possession. The town, a long wind- 

 ing serpentine-like street, stands on a neck of 

 land between the upper and lower lakes and is 

 destined to become a place of importance. On 

 the west flow the rapids of the Klamath River, 

 which goes swirling on, abounding in rainbow 

 trout of extraordinary size, which rise in most 

 tantalizing fashion. 



Aroused by the appearance of a man with a 

 string of fish ranging from six to ten pounds in 

 weight I equipped a rod and strolled up a little 

 road that is without peer in the world. It was 

 an attractive byway, narrow, with hills on one 

 side, and on the other little homes with lawns 

 reaching down to the swift Klamath; the banks 

 lined with tules in red, yellow, and white tints. 

 As I walked along, a snake two feet in length 

 moved slowly out of the way; then another. 



Presently I came upon another, and then two 



