"Millville." There the Shenandoah came down over 

 several miles of rocks forming- a young Niagara, 

 and a race or run-way supplied abundance of water 

 to operate ^n old but picturesque flour mill. The 

 Superintendent of the mill had constructed a mammoth 

 and substantial fish pot in connection with it, where 

 he caught hundreds of eels and suckers. It was in 

 this direction we took our way. When within a mile 

 of the mill, the river changed from a beautiful clear 

 green to an ugly yellow color, the result of showers 

 along its upper course, and our spirits fell to a very 

 low ebb over the changed condition. We concluded to 

 complete the journey however, and after reaching the 

 mill found the fish pot full of small suckers. There 

 were at least two hundred of the fish jumping around 

 in the wooden pot. With permission from the Super- 

 intendent of the mill, big hearted James Gore, we 

 took out about a hundred of the fish and run them 

 on a string, arranged in the order of their size. The 

 neatness with which this was done made the fish look 

 attractive. Then refreshed with a glass or two of 

 good country milk and a sandwich, we made the 

 return trip to town, and the country hotel where 

 fifty guests assembled to gaze upon the mag- 

 nificent string of "trout," as it was given out, 

 that we had captured. The string was presented to 

 the proprietor, who with much promptness and hap- 

 piness accepted the mess. They were cleaned, soaked 

 over-night in salt, and fried brown for the breakfast 

 of the guests, some of whom to this day delight in 

 referring to the beautiful trout and treat which was 

 afforded them on that occasion. 



I explained to my son that the guests had named the 

 fish, and while there was a color of deception in the 



