Angling in the Siskiyous 247 



a launch, a marine horror, loaded with " sports- 

 men," came around the bend and screamed and 

 puffed its awful course up the creek, frightening 

 the trout for a week to come. It 's an old story, 

 this not being able to " do it justice," but in 

 such a case the application is not difficult to 

 see. Yet the man in the launch has his rights, 

 there is no question as to that. My companion, 

 a mild-mannered and gentle man, who left these 

 matters to me, said it was simply a question 

 of taste. Perhaps it was, but I remember won- 

 dering what manner of man it was who would 

 profane those gentle solitudes, where the very 

 wind was afraid to come, and where count- 

 less trout were ringing the waters all day. But 

 I am willing to concede on mature deliberation 

 that this wild, roaring launch had as much legal 

 right in these sylvan shades as I. It is well 

 perhaps that we do not all have the same point 

 of view. 



In a day's travel from Crystal Creek, more or 

 less depending upon how you go, you come to 

 the Williamson Kiver, that rises somewhere up 

 on the slope of Crater Lake (also to the base of 

 Mount Yamsai), abounding in great springs, 

 finding its way into the Pacific Ocean by the 

 friendly way of Klamath. I have the word of 

 Mr. Pinchot and that of Senator Fred Stratton, 

 Judge Benson, Mr. James Horsburgh, Jr., and 

 others, that this is the most ideal and beautiful 



