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with small ribs; they are clinker built, and about fourteen 
feet long and four feet wide, and are intended for one angler 
and his guide. The guide has a seat toward the bow, and 
the angler takes a seat near the stern, either to troll or fly- 
fish. Between the angler and guide is a basket of heavy 
splints and thick oaken cover, opening across the middle by 
brass hinges. On the bottom of the basket is placed a huge 
lump of ice wrapped in a woolen blanket, above which—or 
half way up the basket—is a piece of canvas, attached by 
strings to the basket, and fitting all round. The guide rows 
along the margin of the lake, and when approaching a stream 
which falls from the mountain into the lake, turns the stern 
toward it and backs the boat to within casting distance, and 
when the angler hooks a trout the guide rows out away from 
shore, where the fish is played and landed without alarming 
the other fish of the pool. The guide draws the fish at once, 
throws it into the basket on the canvas above the ice, and 
then backs the boat toward the shore for the angler to take 
another. This is a deliberate way of angling, by which the 
pools at the mouth of every brook are tendered the choice 
of a cast of flies, and yield their tithe as pay for their cruel 
curiosity. 
Lake Massapiqua, at South Oyster Bay, on Long Island, is 
probably the best trout preserve in the United States. It is 
owned by William Floyd Jones, Esq., who is one of the finest 
samples of an American gentleman. The preserve covers 
eighty acres, and is fed by a spring-brook which is seven 
miles in length, and all of it on Mr. Jones’s estate. This gen- 
tleman maintains the preserve for his exclusive use and that 
of his invited guests, who are the ardent disciples of the angle 
and promoters of field-sports. Not only for his fish-preserve 
and his system of fish-culture is Mr. Jones pre-eminent, 
but as a farmer and horticulturist, a sportsman of first-class 
in all its ennobling features, from the winter joy of following 
the hounds to the refined and contemplative amusement of 
casting the fly, he is worthy of emulation by all who would 
