RECREATION. 



Volume II. MARCH, 1895. Number 3. 



O. O. SHIELDS (COQUINA), Editor and Manager. 



INDIAN JOE.— A TALE OF THE THOUSAND 



ISLANDS. 



J. Churchward, C. E. 



During the summer of 1888 we spent 

 three months fishing among the 

 Thousand islands. We were lucky 

 beyond our greatest expectations. Nearly 

 every day we were rewarded with fine 

 catches of bass and pickerel, with an 

 occasional muskalonge. The appear- 

 ance of the latter always called forth 

 warm and hearty congratulations, and 

 well it might, for oul ythe lucky and 

 skillful disciples of Walton succeed in 

 overcoming and safely landing these 

 gamy monsters of the deep. 



One fine November day, being within 

 a few miles of the river, we determined 

 to run up to Clayton and try one last 

 conclusion with the finny tribe before 



the winter finally set in. On arriving at 

 Clayton, I hunted up my old guide. In- 

 dian Joe. He is one of the toughest 

 looking pieces of humanity I have ever 

 seen ; but his looks belie him. In truth, 

 he is as gentle as a child ; as brave as a 

 lion ; always trustworthy and obliging. 

 His age is doubtful. He does not 

 know it himself ; and his nationality 

 is more doubtful still. He has always 

 been regarded as a half-breed by those 

 who know him — as probably having a 

 French father and an Indian mother — 

 but this is conjecture. Joe says he does 

 not recollect either parent. 



One thing is certain : Joe knows the 

 islands better than any other man living. 



rhoto.by Hardy, Clayton, N. Y. 



AMONG THE THOUSAND ISLANDS. — LOOKING TOWARD THE CANADIAN MAINLAND. 



