LAKE PARMACHINI AND THE 

 FLIES, POPHAM AND FAIRY. 



I DO not think that perfect solitude is to be enjoyed 

 at Lake Parmachini now, for, to my knowledge, 

 there are two, if not more, ^ rmanent fishing camps 

 built upon its shores ; but in such a large extent of 

 country as surrounds this placid sheet of water, and 

 which is entirely destitute of a fixed population, 

 any one desiring to lead a hermit life, need fear 

 no attempts to intrude upon his privacy. There is 

 no difficulty in finding the place in question, if the 

 following instructions be followed. Get to Portland 

 in the State of Maine ; proceed thence by rail to 

 Bethel, as pretty a New England village as can be 

 found in any part of Yankee land ; thence by the 

 stage coach to Upton, on the Cambridge river, at 

 the foot of Lake Umbayog, where a guide can be 

 obtained to your destination, the trail following the 

 course of the Magalaway river, the only stream that 

 flows out of this sequestered sheet of water. If the 

 visitor is fond of grand scenery, here he will find it 

 in perfection, superior to anything I know of in the 

 Highlands of Scotland, for the reason that the hill- 

 sides are everywhere well wooded. At one point, 

 where an elevation is gained by the portage of quite 

 two thousand feet, a grand view of the White 

 Mountains of New Hampshire is to be see.i, wi:h 



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