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RECREATION. 



set lines. It was rather slow work, for 

 the ice was 3 feet thick. At noon we had 

 about 50 holes cut, and had caught per- 

 haps 12 togue and one square-tailed trout. 

 After noon, leaving Parker to watch the 

 lines, Father and I went to the Middle 

 Carry. We did not catch any togue there, 

 but got about 50 small brook trout in 2 

 hours. 



While we were there an old trapper 

 came across the pond to us. He showed 

 us a fine otter skin and 3 beaver skins he 

 had taken from his traps. He said he and 

 his partner, Sam, had been trapping in the 

 woods around there for 20 years. He 

 opened a meal bag that he had strung over 

 his shoulder and showed us about 50 trout, 

 which he was taking home to his family, 

 but they were much larger than any we had 

 caught. He said the pond was the head of 

 the Middle Carry and had not been much 

 fished. In the summer it was so marshy 

 fisherman could not get to it, and few 

 knew where it was. As he left the pond 

 he remarked that we could not catch fish 



after 12 o'clock. We laughed at him, but 

 not a trout could we catch after noon. 

 The reason I do not know ; but it did not 

 matter, as we had all the trout we wanted 

 to carry, 192 in all. I think the lot would 

 have weighed 75 pounds. About 3 o'clock 

 we started for the camp at the Big Carry. 

 My face was so sore that every little twig 

 and branch that hit it cut through the skin. 

 At length we arrived in camp, tired but 

 happy. 



Next morning we took in our lines in 

 the big pond and found a few togue on 

 them ; also that somebody had taken 20 of 

 the lines while we were away. The thief 

 had come on to the pond from the Middle 

 Carry and had gone back the same way. 

 It was no use to look any farther. 



Parker and I picked gum the rest of the 

 day while Father stayed in camp. We got 

 4 or 5 pounds, of poor quality. During the 

 night it rained, and froze enough to make 

 the snow shoeing good. In 2 hours we 

 were back to our team and ready to. drive 

 home. 



REVERIES. 



ARTHUR HAZLETON. 



When the winter storms are howling, 

 And the snow is drifting deep ; 



When the fields are bleak and barren, 

 And all nature seems asleep; 



And again I roam, in fancy, 



In the woods, where squirrels play , 



Or by sparkling streamlets wander,; 

 Fishing all the livelong day. 



Then I love at eve to linger 

 By the fireside's genial glow, 



Dreaming of the scenes of summer, 

 Sylvan scenes where rivers flow. 



Then I take my rod and tackle, 

 Fondly look them o'er and o'er, 



As I hear the water plashing 

 On a lake's enchanted shore. 



Oh, sweet mem'ries ! Dream of summer! 



How they fill my heart with cheer ! 

 Round me float the balmy breezes, 



Though 'tis winter, cold and drear. 



First Member: Don't you think we 

 should read a book that will do us good? 



Second Member: But how can we? We 

 must be up to date, you know, and there 

 hasn't been anything published for years 

 that will do us any good. — Judge. 



