INDIAN LAKE. 47 



Then, in the deep water in the middle of the lake, 

 were the lake trout, varying in size from two to eight, 

 and possibly ten pounds. The ease and readiness 

 with which all these were taken, robbed the fishing 

 somewhat of its romance, for a few minutes would 

 supply us with all we needed, and to destroy more for 

 the mere sport of taking them, seemed like a wanton 

 abuse of the good gifts of God. 



Near the south end of the lake is a rocky point, 

 bending round in the shape of a crescent, and forming 

 within the curve a little bay of deep water, containing 

 perhaps a quarter of an acre. At the end of this bay, 

 a stream, not large, but exceedingly cold, empties it- 

 self. This little bay literally swarmed with the 

 speckled trout. Standing on a rock a few feet from 

 the shore, I threw my fly. The moment it struck the 

 water, a dozen greedy and hungry fish rose to the 

 surface, and followed in the wake of the one I hooked 

 towards the shore. The least agitation, like the light- 

 ing of an insect on the water, would cause them to 

 rush to the spot; a twig thrown upon the surface 

 would collect a school of them where it fell. It was 

 little sport to catch them, but it was a rich thing to 

 know they were there. I amused myself in cheating 



