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up in thin birch bark, and packed separately in the fishing 
baskets. A layer of moss at the bottom serves as a spring 
cushion for them to rest upon, with moss between and over 
them, no two touching (filling the baskets quite full with the 
moss ;) there is no bruising if carried in this manner, and they 
get to camp dry and cool, which is the proper way. A dozen 
small fir boughs placed between the basket and shoulders 
serves as a cushion for the back, and gives the cool air a 
chance to circulate between. As soon as they reach camp 
the trout are placed in the cool corner of their spring house 
cellar. 
They get an early start for camp after dinner. Leaving the 
boat behind at this point, they conclude to go to camp by the 
way of the old supply road which is quite a tramp, and con- 
sidered pretty gamey. A really good road to walk over, for 
such an old one (as usually these older roads are choked in 
many places with windfalls,) and a very pleasant road as it 
is so varied. They have no need, nor do they wish to hurry, 
but walk as leisurely as they can and keep moving along, 
enjoying the scene more from the slow sauntering gait. At 
first, starting away from the lake they pass through a very old 
camping ground that shows the well decayed logs, and very 
large pines for the bottom ones, and remnants of the hewn 
pine flooring, where once, a long time since, stood the lumber 
camp, where long, long since, the lumberman’s axe was 
heard from peep of day until the shades of evening gathered 
thick around him, where, with the glow of health upon his 
cheek, in the pride of his strength, with a well-hardened 
muscle as he buried the sharp steel in the noble spruce or 
pine, upon the ridges on a clear, breezy day, the sounds could 
be heard plainly over the hills and far away for miles, but 
