46 HILLS AND LAKES. 



After having breakfasted, we fashioned a pair of 

 rude oars, and contrived to work them on our cata- 

 maran. We had no disposition to float across the 

 lake again, and perhaps be becalmed half a mile from 

 the shore, for hours. However, the wind rising, we 

 hoisted a sail, by holding a bush erect, with the butt 

 end in an augur hole in one of the logs. This floated 

 us across, and from the opposite shore we started on 

 a coasting voyage round the lake. I sunk my line in 

 the deep water, and caught another of the large deni* 

 zens of the lake. 



It is a singular fact, that, so far as I could dis- 

 cover, the trout was the only species of fish in this, 

 or Eagged Lake. No sunfish, chub, shiner, perch, or 

 any of the other kinds, so common in the fresh waters 

 of the country. We thought we could designate, 

 however, three different kinds of trout. A small 

 lightish gray one, that seemed to lurk close under the 

 rocks, where the banks were steep and bluff. These 

 had a few specks upon them, of a dingy brown, like 

 freckles on the face of a fair-skinned girl. Near the 

 mouths of the cold brooks, we found the genuine 

 speckled trout in great numbers, congregated there as 

 if to enjoy the coolness of the mountain streams. 



