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has departed. A ten-pound fish is the largest I 

 have heard of being taken in its waters this year, 

 and I trolled three hours without a strike. It has 

 been trolled and speared and buoyed and set-lined 

 to death. It will soon cease to be visited by 

 any one. 



But while I found the pond thus barren, the 

 outlet was as fruitful of large brook-trout and black 

 flies as ever. Amid such a swarm of the latter as 

 would compel the instant retreat of any one not, 

 as I was, thoroughly swabbed with tar oil, I caught 

 several fish which weighed two and three pounds, 

 the largest being the fattest and most beautifully 

 marked fish I ever saw. 



" Bog River Falls," at the head of "Big Tup- 

 per," proved so attractive that it held us in camp 

 four days. The view from our camping ground, 

 near the Falls, in sunshine or by moonlight, was 

 entrancing. It revealed to us, at a glance, not only 

 all the beauties of this most beautiful lake itself, but 

 the cloud-capped summits of a score of mountains 

 besides. " Grand," " beautiful," " majestic," " su- 

 blime," " transparent," " translucent," etc., etc., 

 could all be used with propriety, were I in the 

 descriptive mood. But, as this chapter is dedicated 

 to fish and not to scenery, it is only proper to say 

 that the large trout always found at the foot of the 

 Falls, behaved handsomely, and graced our table 



