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little beaches, some bold glaciated cliffs, a 
lone isle, the river, and the creeks. No one 
would have suspected, early in June, the crop 
of water plants which was germinating in the 
mud of the lake. Day by day, myriad stems 
uncurled and pushed themselves upward, 
until now in July the entire surface of the 
water in shallow places is covered with water 
target, floating heart, pond weed, and water 
lilies,—a thick jungle of leaves and stems in 
which the canoe is enmeshed and held cap- 
tive. These patches of floating lilies are the 
Sargasso Seas of this expanse and the canoe, 
left to itself, drifts lazily from one to another 
through acres of blossoms. ‘Trolling has be- 
come unprofitable because of submerged eel 
grass and lily pads, and the pickerel and 
what few bass there are go their own ways, 
though the ardent angler may still be repaid 
for abundant patience. For one has just 
now hooked from the depths of the channel 
a ten pound pickerel—a monster—which 
hangs from a cross-bar between two pines 
yonder. A pickerel is a long slim fish and 
a ten-pound pickerel is consequently a very 
long fish indeed, so that to see him thus 
strung up in air gives even the old fisher- 
man, reduced to pickerel fishing, a pleasant 
