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low living ! Delicious bacon, smoked ham, broiled 

 salmon, fried trout, with occasional broiled spring 

 chickens, tea and coffee, and oat-meal porridge with 

 cream for breakfast ! Canned ox-tail, chicken or 

 turtle soup, with boiled salmon, roast or stewed 

 lamb (fresh from a neighboring flock), plumb-pud- 

 ding, with divers jellies, olives and pickles for din- 

 ner, and similar^ " rough " provender for our 

 evening meal ! Superadded to all this, tidy tents, 

 with beds that wooed slumber like the music of the 

 spheres, and thirty-pound salmon within casting 

 distance, waiting to be " taken in out of the wet !" 

 Can any of my old Adirondack companions won- 

 der that I longed to exchange this sort of " rough " 

 life for a day or two of fried pork and hard tack, 

 a bark shanty and no conventionalities ? And 

 my Indian guide was quite as ready for the change 

 as myself, in spite of the ten miles of hard push- 

 ing that was before him, and the assurance (which 

 his past experience afforded him) that I would give 

 him no rest during the expedition. 



We left camp at eight o'clock, polled two miles 

 and killed two salmon before half-past nine. It 

 was an auspicious beginning, and the day closed 

 with the capture of two more after we reached our 

 destination, although six of the ten hours I was on 

 the water were consumed in making the journey. 



The " Upper Camp," as it is called, was not hap- 



