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the Toby, a tributary of the Clarion near Wilcox, a good story is told. 

 A number of years ago some gentlemen, one of whom was the lat6 

 Colonel Kane, built a small hut on its banks and named it Mineral Shanty. 

 Here they invited and brought General Grant for some hunting and 

 fishing. After a few days' good sport the nation's great general and 

 president discovered he had been fishing out of season and had, there- 

 fore, illegally killed a number of fine trout. Indignately he threw away 

 his rod and straightway hied himself to the nearest justice of the peace, 

 where he lodged a complaint against himself for violating the game 

 laws. The justice of the peace, it is said, was disposed to be lenient 

 towards the distinguished offender, but to his amazement, it is reported. 

 General Grant delivered a short lecture to him for his weakness and 

 insisted on being fined to the full amount and on paying it. 



In recent years Chester and Delaware counties have been affording 

 good fishing, and this has been due altogether through the work of the 

 fish commission of the state. Most of the streams of these two coim- 

 ties run through meadows and rolling hills carefully tilled and kept 

 clear of underbrush. As a consequence, unless carefully protected, the 

 trout in waters in such locations must soon disappear. As soon as the 

 fish commission began work in earnest not only to propagate brook and 

 other trout, but to secure further beneficent fish laws, and their en- 

 forcement, as well as of those already in existence, several fish protec- 

 tive associations were formed among the farmers and other residents to 

 give them aid. As a result, fully one-half the water ways of both 

 Chester and Delaware counties contain large numbers of brook, and 

 brown trout and occasionally the California or rainbow trout. 



Not less interesting to anglers are the streams of the southern tier, 

 although not so widely known as those in the northern, except in a few 

 instances. 



In this division of the state there is no spot more beautiful perhaps 

 than the Laurel Hill range, or so little known outside the people who 

 live thereabouts. Between it and Chestnut ridge the last of the kind of 

 the Alleghenies is Ligonier Valley. It extends eastward twelve miles 

 to the mountain town of Donegal, situated on a lateral ridge which 

 connects Laurel range and Chestnut ridge, and divides Ligonier and 

 Indian Creek valleys. At the other end of the former valley is the town 

 of Ligonier and its situation is remarkably picturesque, commanding a 

 perfect panoramic view of natural beauty, while within its figurative 

 gates and about it reigns such a peaceful quiet that one is almost con- 

 vinced of the possible existence of a Utopia or a New Atlantis. To 

 reach it one branches of from Latrobe, where the railroad runs through 

 a highly cultivated region for several miles, then circles about the 

 mountain's base and rushes through a natural gateway into the valley, 

 named in honor of Lord Ligonier, far back when some of our grand- 

 fathers' fathers were toiling with axe in hand and watchful eye on their 



