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I have heard of no two hours' fishing which ave- 

 raged so roundly. 



Greatly pleased with our success at " the rapids," 

 but desiring to push on to other pleasantly remem- 

 bered resorts, we were soon at Tupper's Lake 

 one of the most beautiful and majestic lakes in the 

 wilderness. But there was no temptation to remain 

 long upon its immediate borders. The high water 

 had so affected the currents that many of the places 

 I had been used to fish were no longer gathering 

 places for trout. Hence, instead of, as usual, pass- 

 ing two or three days at these old camping grounds, 

 and at the " high rocks " and swift waters in the 

 neighborhood, we passed them by with a single 

 cast or two, to one of which a pickerel responded, 

 a sigh and a smothered malediction (in the spirit of 

 Uncle Toby), and pushed on past "Peter's Rocks" 

 to " Setting Pole Rapids," where I have always 

 had finer sport than at any other point in the wil- 

 derness. I was not at all sanguine now, because I 

 did not know what effect the dam had had upon 

 the depth and flow of the water below it. But at 

 the first cast my doubts were dissipated. The 

 response was prompt and vigorous, and for a week 

 I enjoyed the luxury of an angler's paradise, of 

 which more anon. 



I first visited these rapids fifteen years ago. 

 Some of them who were with me then have gone 



