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from broiled venison, yet some few prefer the former, And 
there are many, knowing of their cleanliness and of what they 
eat, who are not at all fastidious about broiling and eating the 
fine savory saddles of the yearlings, whenever opportunity 
offers. At this, as a son of Erin has remarked, ** Yees may 
smile—but, yees nade not.” For a person unacquainted with, 
and eating it without knowing what it was, would pass his 
plate for ‘small piece of the canvass back, please.” 
We remember many years since of a trip on the Mattawam- 
keag waters with a companion, the time being the early 
Indian summer (as we always arranged to have it for a canoe 
trip in the fall, if possible) of leaving the head of Mattawam- 
keag lake at noontime, and of trolling for pickerel on the way 
down to the foot, beside the coves thick with lilies and their 
pads, or leaves, so many large pickerel darting out, and with 
a splash seizing the spoon bait, that we soon left them to their 
freedom, and arriving early at the dam built across the foot of 
the lake, just at the head of the falls to camp for the night. 
And that below the dam the trout, and very large ones, were 
taking the fly so beautifully that we very soon had full baskets 
and could wish no more. 
Then the next morning of running the falls which we knew 
nothing of, except from hearsay, and wishing afterward 
‘‘hearsay” had been of a former generation, when at noon- 
time we were delayed two hours longer than usual drying our 
clothes and blankets, and patching the canoe. But aside from 
this, which was really but a ducking after all, we enjoyed this 
day as well as ever a day in our lives; swiftly gliding down 
the west branch of the Mattawamkeag, mile after mile, sitting 
quietly watching the shores, noting the elegant deer glades 
with well trodden paths to the water, past the rocky walls, 
