54 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. 



raise, amid the froth and eddies of the falls, some 

 of the largest, gamiest, brightest-tinted trout that 

 ever gladdened a sportsman's eye. Then, if you are 

 robust and full of pluck, force your way over the 

 four-mile carry, between the Falls and Round Lake, 

 and, hurrying on through its sluggish waters, do 

 not pause until you enter the narrow, secluded 

 stretch of Little Tupper. But the moment you 

 enter stop, joint jour rod, and noose on your 

 strongest leader and largest flies, for you will 

 find right there, at the entrance of Bog Creek, 

 trout that will put your skill and tackle to the 

 severest test. When I passed through that region 

 last, I left, as John expressed it, " more than five 

 boat-load of fish" in that deep, sluggish pool. 

 Honest John Plumbley, the prince of guides, patient 

 as a hound, and as faithful, — a man who knows the 

 wilderness as a farmer knows his fields, whose in- 

 stinct is never at fault, whose temper is never ruf- 

 fled, whose paddle is silent as falling snow, whose 

 eye is true along the sights, whose pancakes are 

 the wonder of the woods, — honest, patient, and 

 modest John Plumbley, may he live long beyond 

 the limit so few of us attain, and depart at last full 

 of peace as he will full of honors, God bless him ! \ 

 As you pass out, visit the St. Eegis waters, by 

 the way of Big WoK, and Eollin's Pond, and Long 

 Pine, and so circle down to " mine host " at Mar- 

 tin's. What a trip you will have had, what won- 



