200 THE PERIBONCA AND TSCHOTAGAMA 



rieties of ferns flourish in the forest shades, and the 

 ground is often carpeted with lichens, reindeer, stags- 

 horn, and other mosses. 



As most men treasure up the memories of their 

 angling trips among their most cherished possessions, 

 so do I prize the following lines scrawled on a boulder 

 table at the door of our island camp below the Devil's 

 Falls by Colonel Haggard, and dedicated to his an- 

 gling companion, on our way home from Tschotagama : 



SOTOG-A-MORE * A REMINISCENCE 



" Our camp looks o'er the silent lake, the ripple scarce is heard, 

 The summer night we hardly break by laugh or careless word ; 

 The planet Mars with lurid light shines o'er the distant shore, 

 And all is peace this lovely night on Lake Sotogamore. 



" And now, as 'twere the moon's own ray, the planet's sheen 



is shed, 



It glitters in the wavelet's spray, it turns the waters red ; 

 The mountain-peaks, in close relief, by starlight lamps are shown, 

 In such a scene the keenest grief a chastened joy must own. 



" Ah ! Chambers, friend, if God should give that we again should 



meet, 



In mighty cities where men live in noisy, crowded street, 

 Should hearts be dulled or sad with pain, just turn in thought 



once more, 

 Remember we've not lived in vain we've seen Sotogamore. 



' ' Remember, too, the sandy camp beneath the Devil's Falls, 

 The stars again have set their lamp, the roaring cascade bawls ; 

 Peribonca's fearful tide we twain have struggled through, 

 Terrific rapids, side by side, have shot in bark canoe. 



* Spelled phonetically, for the more intelligent rendering of the 

 lines. 



