THE ADIRONDACKS 71 
By a little trout-brook in a low part of the woods 
adjoining the clearing, I had a good time. pursuing 
and identifying a number of warblers, — the speckled 
Canada, the black-throated blue, the yellow-rumped, 
and Audubon’s warbler. The latter, which was 
leading its troop of young through a thick under- 
growth on the banks of the creek where insects 
were plenty, was new to me. 
It being August, the birds were all moulting, and 
sang only fitfully and by brief snatches. I remem- 
ber hearing but one robin during the whole trip. 
This was by the Boreas River in the deep forest. 
It was like the voice of an old friend speaking my 
name. 
From Hewett’s, after engaging his youngest son, 
—the “Bub” of the family, —a young man about 
twenty and a thorough woodsman, as guide, we 
took to the woods in good earnest, our destination 
being the Stillwater of the Boreas, —a long, deep, 
dark reach in one of the remote branches of the 
Hudson, about six miles distant. Here we paused 
a couple of days, putting up in a dilapidated lum- 
berman’s shanty, and cooking our fish over an old 
stove which had been left there. The most note- 
worthy incident of our stay at this point was the 
taking by myself of half a dozen splendid trout out 
of the Stillwater, after the guide had exhausted his 
art and his patience with very insignificant results. 
The place had a very trouty look; but as the season 
was late and the river warm, I knew the fish lay in 
deep water from which they could not be attracted. 
