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behind, covered with luxurious raspberries and whortleber- 

 ries ; the songs and stories of the unsophisticated canoe-men ; 

 the oozy meadow, with its alders and wild shrubbery, where 

 the robin, the "peabody," the "chitchie-ke-witchie," and whole 

 choirs of other warblers rouse the angler from his early 

 morning slumbers, that he may souse his face in the cold 

 brook, and prepare for his day's sport. 



The " Falls Pool" is about a hundred yards below the last 

 pitch of the falls. It is difficult to fish, there being but two 

 casts. One is from the lower end of the pool, where you are 

 compelled to throw up stream, the swift current bringing your 

 fly back, and making it very hard to keep the line taut enough 

 to strike successfully. The other a few yards higher up, by 

 the side of the ledge, is a better stand, but you must keep 

 well back, for the fish will see you unless the water is dis- 

 colored. This is a perfect mausoleum for flies ; how many 

 have been broken against the granite cliff that rises abruptly 

 at the angler's back, it would be hard to say : unless he is 

 proficient in the left-shouldered cast, he can scarcely come 

 away without the loss of three or four. In this pool Mr. L., 

 of New York, has killed his dozen Salmon (not counting 

 Grilse) before breakfast ; but those days have passed long, 

 since. The left-hand portion of the frontispiece of the book 

 represents this pool. 



The "Camp Pool," opposite the landing, is easily fished. 

 There is a good open cast here, and one who fishes it, fre- 

 quently has participants in his sport, for there is a fine view 

 of the pool from the camp, and when the water is clear, those 

 above can see all the runs and leaps of the fish, and the 

 stratagem of the angler. 



"Eock Pool," two hundred yards or so below the landing, 

 is the glory of the station. The head of the pool on the 

 right-hand side is the best cast at high water. When the 



