TROUT-FISHING. 19 



woods, that winds up and over a mountain some fif- 

 teen hundred feet in elevation. 



The morning after my arrival I left Dannemora, 

 and struck into the woods. I procured a guide, who 

 was perfectly familiar with all the wild region which 

 I proposed to visit, who carried a large pack of pro- 

 visions, and other things necessary for our tramp in 

 the woods. Among the tools regarded as indispen- 

 sable, were an axe and augur. He carried no gun. 

 For myself my load consisted of a rifle, and my fish- 

 ing apparatus, including basket and rods. 



How I love the woods! the deep shadows and the 

 tall trees the music of the woods too, its thousand 

 voices all tuned to harmony, and all singing of 

 primitive life and happiness. I love the mountain 

 stream as fee goes dashing and frisking over the 

 rocks, diving under the logs, whirling away under 

 caverned banks, where the trout sleeps, dancing over 

 the pebbles and spreading abroad quietly, as if asleep 

 in the still places. We arrived at Chazy, after a 

 weary walk of three hours. It is a beautiful sheet' 

 of water, five miles in length, by one or more in 

 breadth. Above it, on the south and east, tower 

 lofty mountains covered with gigantic timber, while 



