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FOREST AND STREAM. 
to lie the glossy ibis, and had probably traveled from Tex¬ 
as to Massachusetts. I believe it is rarely found north of 
Louisiana. 
In those days pickerel were plenty in the pond, and Ale- 
wife Brook was sometimes swarming with fish. Longer 
excursions brought us to the Charles River at Waltham, 
where wood-ducks, mink, and muskrats were plenty, and 
on Prospect Hill we often ran foxes with Crehore’s hounds, 
or shot partridges and woodcock with Sara Ladd. 
J. A. 
For Forest and StrfMm. 
TROUTING IN THE EASTERN TOWN¬ 
SHIPS. 
T HE section of the Province of Quebec known as the 
Eastern Townships is directly north of the northern 
boundary line of the State of Vermont. The character of 
the district is varied, some parts of it being under a high 
stale of cultivation, and oilier portions a mountainous wil¬ 
derness, with numerous small lakes and streams, whose 
waters were once teeming with Salma I'onUmUs; and in 
most of the lakes several varieties of the lake trout, or 
“lunge,” were also found in large numbers. But alas! 
times are not now as they were. A few' years ago some 
stupid blockheads put pike or pickerel into some of the 
best trout lakes, where they have destroyed the speckled 
trout, and in nrauy of the other waters Lhe pot hunters, 
with their netting and spearing during the spawning sea¬ 
son, have sadly lessened the number. The townships 
now, like a middle-aged coquette, though shorn of many 
former glories, still offer alluring attractions to the 
sportsman, more especially perhaps to that class of sports¬ 
men who love to ramble amid magnificent scenery, and do 
not care for making large catches if they are to be had ouly 
by roughing it in camping out, though to fish all the town¬ 
ship waters it would be necessary to camp out for a week 
or two occasionally. 
For the benefit of your readers, I will give a brief de¬ 
scription of the principal lakes in this delightful country 
and the routes to reach them. 
The visitor should make his headquarters in either of the 
villages of Waterloo or Magog, or in the little city of Sher¬ 
brooke, where be will find good hotels, with moderate 
charges—$1 or $1.25 per day. Waterloo is situated near 
a small lake bearing the same name, and is the present ter¬ 
minus of the Sheffard and Chamby Railroad, which runs 
from Montreal. The train leaves Montreal at 2:45 P. M., 
and arrives in Waterloo at seven o’clock that evening. At 
the station you will find a free “bus” for the Brooks Hotel, 
where you wilt get good accommodations at $1.25 per day. 
Waterloo boasts a “Piscatorial Club," whose members, 
Messrs. Geo. Allan, Walt Taylor, Nutting, Skinner, and 
others, are a set of genial gentlemen, ever ready to give 
any information and assistance that a stranger sportsman 
visiting there may require. Should you have a fancy for 
pickerel fishing you cau get your surfeit of it in the lake 
near the hotel, or drive over to Broome Lake, a fine body 
of water seven miles from Waterloo. This lake is famous 
for its black bass fishing, and for an abundance of fish 
called “shad waiters.” At the south end of the lake, near 
the village of Knowlton, large quantities of pike are 
caught, if you have no desire for sueli lame sport, and 
wish to try your hand with the Salma fontinalii, gel a rig 
from “Herbert’s” and take Walt Taylor, or some other 
member of the club with you, and take a tour among the 
streams and lakes east towards Magog. Put your rod to¬ 
gether first some four miles out from the village, and try 
tiie railroad pool; fish there aud in the brook through the 
Beaver meadow carefully, and you will be able to count a 
goodly number of fine brook trout, not large in size, 'tis 
true, but very pretty, sweet flavored, and toothsome if 
properly cooked. Should you be badly taken with a fancy 
for brook fishing, you drive on a short distance, and there 
leave your team aud follow down the brook for miles 
through the alders, over a good woodcock ground. You 
pei-liaos will not get an overabundance of trout in your 
trip down through those alders, but you will quite likely 
bring back with you several broken tips, innumerable rents, 
scratches, mosquito bites, etc., etc., all well plastered over 
With Canada muck aud clay. In return for these favors, 
you have left behind aloug the brook a score or so of your 
best flies, and have darn’d that stream in many places. 
M. B.—The fish commissioner need uot make a note of 
*tliis regarding the aforesaid dams, for they will uot obsLruct 
the currents of the tranquil stream iu the least. 
If you still have a fancy tor brook fishing, there are sev- 
. eral other equally interesting streams in that vicinity, tiome 
four miles farther you come to Grass Pond, which, how¬ 
ever is full of pickerel; but a short distance from the 
pond, in its outlet, the water tumbles over a little fall into 
a deep pool, where large trout are sometimes caught. I 
will never forget the unceremonious manner in which lhe 
first trout that I ever saw caught there was ejected from 
his place of abode. It was thusFriend E. B. H., who 
prides himself on killing his fioh with the finest of tackle, 
afld in the most scientific manner, approached lire pool 
noiselessly and made a beautiful cast out over it. Lightly 
and gently the feathery deception floated down through 
the air, aud had hardly touched the water when a large 
trout took it with a big rush aud swiri, which so astonished 
H. that, lie struck violently, aud threw the equally asLou- 
ished fish clean over his head into the bushes behind where 
he stood. When poor H. recovered liiswiis he examined 
his light rod, and stammered out that it was a mistake, aud 
that he wasn’t often taken that way. Four miles farther, 
by the same road, brings you to a mill pond, where H. aud 
juyaeJi’ have .killed some due two and a Uaif pound trout, 
A farther drive of three miles brings you to Mrs. Beasley's 
farm house, where you put up your team, and, taking 
youug Peasley for guide, tramp a mile through the woods 
to Lake Nick, a pretty sheet of water, which measures 
about a mile in length to half that distance in breadth. 
The “moss backed” Salma fonUnalis are taken here, weigh 
jug from one half to four pounds. They are caught over 
a weedy bottom in four or five foot of water. Some two 
bundled yards north of this lake is Mud Pond, which is 
about one-quarter of a mile in diameter, and contains 
small trout. Five or six miles'south irom Mrs. Peasley s, 
aud about the same distance from Knowlton village, is 
Goon’s Pond, a beautiful little body of water near the top 
of Bolton Mountain, and contain a a rare variety of the 
Salma faiUinaiis, known there as the “forked tailed speckled 
trout.” They are a sliin-formed, silver-colored trout, with 
tiie usual red spots on their sides, uud will average about a 
half pound each. They take the fiy well, aud are a re¬ 
markably gamy little fish, aud give as much play as ordi¬ 
nary trout of three limes their siz«. 
Fifteen miles east from Waterloo, and six miles west of 
Magog, is Orford Lake, a very beautiful body of water 
lying along the southwestern base of Mt. Orford. This 
lake contains the silver lunge, from two to five pounds In 
weight. One mile south of this lake is a smaller body of 
water called Hopp’s Pond, so named after an old bear 
trapper who lives near it. The old man says that lie has 
caught “height.y-five bar, hand ’opes to live hand eateb fif¬ 
teen more, so has to make bout the hevon ’undred." In 
this poud there are some large speckled beauties, that kick 
tile beam at four pounds and over. One mile and a half 
south is Brown’s, or Mulligan's, Pond. Trappers report 
that they have seen in this "pond during the autumn large 
numbers of trout on their spawning beds, but the few fly 
fishers who visit this pond invariably report poor success. 
South from this is a chain of small lakes but little visited, 
as most of them contain pickerel. A pleasant drive of ten 
or twelve miles north from Waterloo, past several trout 
streams, brings you to Black River, where “Ash Hubbard,” 
tire proprietor of the Parks House, Magog, killed a Salma 
fontinalu that scored six and a half pounds. About twenty- 
four miles northeast from Waterloo, by a fair wagon road, 
is Brompton Lake, a beautiful sheet of water, seven miles 
long by three in width. This lake is near the centre of a 
group of lakes, fourteen or fifteen iu number. All of 
these lakes coutain some variety of the salmo family. To 
visit all of these waters the sportsman will find it necessary 
to camp out for a week or more. 
The boat that you will need tor the trip you can borrow 
from some member of the Waierloo club; also get a per¬ 
mit to occupy llieir house at Lake Brompton. Tour other 
supplies you cau procure at the hotel, and from one of the 
stores near by, excepting your liquors, which you should 
order from some reliable importing house in Montreal. 
Load your boat ou a double wagon, and pack your supplies 
and traps into it, and you are ready to travel. After a 
drive of fifteen miles you arrive at Long Lake, which is 
four miles long by one-fourth of a mile iu width. The 
water in this lake is clear and cold, and contains a species 
of large trout that are but rarely taken with the fly. There 
is a diversity of opinion about these trout. Some claim 
that they are the northern char, while others assert that 
they are ouly a large Salma fontinalis. Some of them weigh 
ten pounds or more each. I have never had the pleasure 
of seeing one, so I am unable to determine their species. 
One mile farther aud you are at the bridge over the inlet 
to Bonuillies Lake, which is three and a half miles long by 
three-quarters of a mile in breadth. This lake contains 
both tne silver and black lunge, weighing from two to six 
pounds each. A mile Dora the souLU, through the woods 
trom this lake, is a small trout lake that contains the brook 
trout. Two and a half mileB from the bridge brings you 
to the inlet of “Chain of Lakes," three in number, and 
from three-fourths to one mile in length each, connected 
by narrow creeks. The principal fish in these lakes are 
the silver lunge. Peter Cowan. Esq., of Cowausville, P. 
Q., after a three hours’ fight, killed one there that weighed 
tweuly-oue pounds. 
Another drive of a mile and a half, and you are at the 
inlet of Moose Pond, or Fraser Lake, whicli is about five 
miles in circumference. This lake contains the small 
black lunge and the speckled trout. Three or four rods 
below the bridge, in the inlet, and also in the outlet of ibis 
lake, three pound speckled trout are often taken. One 
more mile and you arrive at the inlet of Brompton Lake, 
at the lauding place, which is called the “Old Mill," where 
you will find a dam by a mill-site, but no mill, &c., as the 
mill was cremated years ago, and its ashes have long since 
been swept away by the wind and flood. The water there 
tumbles over the old dam down the rocks into a dark deep 
pool, the abode of many large Sabno fontinalis. They will 
seldom rise to the fly, hut are takeu with a live minnow or 
a small trolling spoon. Tou launch your boat bore and 
row down the sluggish stream three miles to the lake, 
which is about seven miles Iu length by three in breadth. 
Tou find here the speckled trout, the silver lunge, which 
vary in weight from three to twenty-five pounds, the black 
lunge, from two to ten pounds, and a short, thick lunge, 
which hardly ever exceeds two pouuds in weight. The 
latter fish are ouly caught by dowu fishing in very deep 
water. The club bouse is situated on a small island near 
the middle of the lake. At the west side of the lake a 
small creek comes in, which is the outlet of Mud Lake, 
and another nameless lake. Mud Lake is about a' mile 
long and contains both lunge and speckled trout. Two 
miles east from the large lake is Little Brompton Lake, 
which is nearly two miles long, Two and a half miles 
east from the south end of the large lake is a body of 
water called Key Pond. This pond is somewhat larger 
than LiLile Brompton. Both these lakes contain lunge. 
Three miles south from the “Old Mill” is Trout Lake, 
which is about two miles long. Speckled trout have been 
caught there that tipped up the beam at tbe six pound 
notch. This lake is ouly Bix miles by a good road from 
Magog. 
't he village of Magog is pleasantly situated on the outlet 
of Lake Memphremagog, aud is twenty-one miles east from 
Waterloo, sixteen from Sherbrooke, eleven miles from 
Avers Flat, a small station on the Passumpsie Railroad, 
aud thirty miles north of Newport, Vt. It is connected 
with the nrsl named places by a daily line of stages, and 
with Newport during the summer season by the little steam¬ 
boat Lady of the Lake, which makes daily trips. Mute 
host “Ash Hubbard,” of the Park House, will take good 
care of the sportsman when he visits Magog. From the 
verandah in front of the hotel you have a fine view of the 
lake and the mountains beyond it. Mt. Orford, the high¬ 
est mountain in the Dominion, looms up iu the north west 
to the right of the lake and but six miles away. From the 
top of this mouutaiu, on a clear day, thirty two lakes can 
be counted in its immediate vicinity. Between the hotel 
and the mountain are several good trout streams, with 
Orford Lake ami Hopp’s Poud near by, and also uortheast 
from llie mountain, towards Trout Lake, near Brompton, 
are other good trout waters. Ten miles east from tbe vil¬ 
lage near Ayers Fiat., is Massiwippi Lake, which is some 
twelve miles long, aud contained a great vunely of fish, but 
the spear and net has sadly diminished their numbers. Six 
miles southeast from the hotel is Loveriug’s Poud, which 
was once famous for its “big trout,” but is now seldom 
visited by the angler. In the lake near the hotel the silver, 
black, aud racer iuuge are taken in large quantities. Some 
of the silver lunge grow to a very large size. Three pound 
speckled trout are often caught iu the rapids, in the outlet 
near the hotel, during the months of May and June, In 
the evening, after you have come in from a hard day’s 
sport, and have satisfied your fisherman's appetite with a 
goodly repast, prepared for you only as Mrs. H. can pre¬ 
pare it, light your cigar aud stroll out on the veranda, 
where you scat yourself in an easy position, with back 
well dowu in tbe arm ebair, and feet high up on the rail¬ 
ing. Y’ou there get the cool breeze from oil the rippling 
waters, and enjoy your smoke and a beautiful view of Ml. 
Orford, looming up ill the fast deepeniug gloom, with 
clear, sharp-cut outlines against the western sky. Gall 
“Ash” to a seat beside you aud request him to tell you 
about, that, big trout he killed in the still water ou the 
Black River, or about lhe fight he had with il large maska- 
longe in the Farnliam River; tnen again kindly inquire if he 
ever owned a good kouud. After he has fully answered 
your inquiries, it will be time to turn in, and if you do not 
go to your couch thankful that your Hues have fallen in such 
pleasant places, perfectly happy, and satisfied with your¬ 
self ami the rest of the world generally, you are an unap¬ 
preciative wretch, and deserve to never have another trout 
rise to your fly, Tor you have none of that appreciation for 
the good thiugB of this life, which a true sportsman ever 
lias. 
The town of Sherbrooke is situated on the line of tbe 
Grand Trunk Railway, at the junction of the Magog and 
St. Francis rivets, aud is the terminus of the Massiwippi 
branch of lhe Fassunipsic Railroad, and also is lhe head 
of the unfinished railways—the Kennebec aud Megantic 
roads—that are completed but a short distance out into the 
Megantic country. The Magog House is the best hotel in 
Sherbrooke, where you will find good accommodations, 
etc. Tbe distance from tbe hotel to Bromplon Lake is 
fourteen miles over a passable road. 
There are many other small lukes and streams in the 
townships that have trout iu them besides those I have 
mentioned. 
In conclusion, I would say to those who may visit the 
township waters, if you go there with the expectation of 
catching full baskets of large trout every day you will be 
woefully disappointed, for though there are trout there as 
large, and even latger, than ihose that I have mentioned, 
it requires the finest tackle, backed by skill iu using il, 
and a thorough knowledge of their habits, to capture them 
successfully. I have ollen seen a party of verdant uuglers 
come in and give a poor report of some lake that they fiad 
been campiug near, when an experienced fly fisher would 
go there alone lhe next day and bring home more trout the 
same night than the former party had caught during their 
week’s slay there. The best hies for the Salma JvntimUs 
in those waters are the Canada fiy and any medium-sized 
brown-winged fly. The lunge never rise to the lly, hut are 
lakeii by trolling and by dowu fishing. The best bait is 
the live minnow", and the best, seusou for trolling is from 
May 25th to July 1st. Wit la a moderate amount of skill 
you will be sure of fair sport, and be pleased with the 
country. _ Stakstead. 
For Forest and i itream. 
A FOX CHASE. 
W HAT among hunters is more exciting than a fox 
chase? I 
One poor little fox is enough to keep a whole parly of 
men, and a whole pack of hounds iu a pleasurable excite¬ 
ment for at least hours at a lime. And may we not ask 
eveu here, is it uot cruel spoil? 
I am naturally fond of dog and gun, and shall I confess 
it? Tes, I lmvu been too loud of llie falter, anil one of my 
dreams has been of a fox ohase. The past winter I partly 
spent in Virginia, iu the southeastern part, near Lhe Notta- 
way River, Here I found some kinds of gome and fur 
plenty, indeed, but had no thought of having my dream I 
realized in regard to the fox. 
By the way, down iu that country the tiding is almost all 
done on horseback, the roads being rough aud the country 
wild and woody. 
All knew that, I was a stranger and came from the North, 
and very little was expected ot roe in regard to hunting or 
riding either. But my having been reared.ou a farm, aud 
also being passionately fond of horses, was greatly in my ; 
favor, and 1 was able lo participate in tbe rough pleasures 
of the country. 1 rode considerable, for my business kept 
me much iu the saddle, aud one day I was riding leisurely 
along, feeling somewhaL homesick, and yet admiring the 
country, tor'll is a beautiful eouutry with its sunny sonlh- 
eru skies, its dark pine woods and other groves, its many 
hills, consequently iis valleys and its beautiful springing 
brooks, which rippled and bubbled, and attended me in all 
my jonrneyings. 
I was meditating, as I said above, when suddenly a 
horsemau bailed me, with “I say, Harry, they are com¬ 
mencing a fox chase just beyond hero, come, let us join. 1 
them." How quickly my dreaming mood vanished, even 
my homesickness was lor the lime cured, aud all knew 
that this sickness is not cured by any ordinary means. We 
sped ou our horses through brambles, brush, and briars, 
aud at length joined the party. 
It was a bright, bteezy day, and tbe men's faces were 
also bright with the pleasure before them. The men were 
laughing, shouting, and talking, by turns, or rather all at 
once so that it reminded me of Babel, for surely if one had 
called for brick another would have brought him straw. 
There were about a dozen men and twenty-five hounds, 
aud these last were already baying loudly, for they had. 
scented their game, and you all know that hounds are ex¬ 
tremely found of the chase. 
Our leader blew his burn and cried, "hie! and away!” and 
now the excitement was intense; the fox of course have the 
most briary, langleaome path, and also sougliL for the low. 
marshy ground, whom the scent was not likely to lie, aud 
well for a time did lie keep the udvnuluge of us ail. 
The horses fairly llew over the ground, llie men hollo wod, 
laughed, whistled to the dogs, shouted at one another, and 
gave themselves up lo the mad cup sport. Our caps were 
sometimes on our heads, sometimes carried in our hands, 
or tucked under our arms, or clutched by our teeth, and 
sometimes, as the darkey said, “dey wasn’t no war.” We 
utterly ruined ike turnip field of one farmer, aud dashed 
through patches uf grain without one remorseful thought. 
My horse leaped the fences, for to that he had l/eeu 
trained, and 1 tor a time kept my seal admirably, hut oil, 
how true, that “pride must have a fall.” As we splashed 
and dashed through briars, marshes, groyes, and brooks, I 
began lo think like this: These souUuons shall see that I 
am not behind the best of them if the chase is now to me. 
I had thus began to congratulate myself when my horse 
brought me to a brook, whore by some strange maneuver 
