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springs of that majestic river, and can almost trace even the 
attenuated rills to their junction, and we can see, too, in the 
blue mountains, the dividing ridge between its waters and 
the clear, gelid flood of the St. Lawrence! 
A glorious perch, is it not? 
First: six miles N. W. we can see Jessup’s River. This 
is the nearest stream abounding with speckled trout, and 
where sport at this season is sure to be abundant. To “the 
Bridge’ and to “the Indian Clearing” everybody must go 
first “to fecl the joy that anglers feel.” 
This last place has been rendered immortal by the extra- 
ordinary feat of our friend Porter, of the Spirit of the 
Times. We do not venture to give the number of pounds 
withm a given time—he is “tall’’ enough and his shoulders 
are broad enough to bear the responsibility—but we can 
bear witness, from our high and responsible position, in the 
presence of all these solemn-looking hills and lakes, that 
our “experience” at the Indian Clearing entirely bears him 
out in the assertion of prodigies to be wrought there. 
Then comes Whittaker Lake—thereby hangs a tale! Then 
comes the two Dug Mountain Lakes and Mason Lake—these 
are all small. 
Now comes Louis Lake—the next most famous to Piseco, 
and affording now better fishing and hunting. It is twelve 
miles from the Speclater, and is the favorite resort of 
those who come for a short stay and ready sport. This is 
one of the most beautiful of the lakes—its outlet forms a 
junction with Jessup’s River in a few miles, and is thence 
called Indian River to its junction with the east branch of 
the Hudson. 
But I have not space for more particular enumeration. I 
m' st pass to the curious Trinity of the Cedar Lakes, which 
etipty, too, into the Hudson by Moose River—better fishing 
even than the Jessup’s River—and here we are at Racquett’s 
Lake, which is in this direction almost the ultima thule and 
