FISHING ON GAGE LAKE 



BY M. T. FRISBIE 



ID you ever notice how, 

 when any matter either 

 of politics, religion, how 

 to grow turnips, or 

 municipal ownership of 

 public utilities, is up for 

 discussion in the col- 

 umns of the press, after 

 Veritas and Old Subscriber and Pro Bono 

 Publico have had their turn at it, invariably 

 comes along One Who Knows and settles 

 the whole business out of hand ? His solu- 

 tion, to ordinary minds, may be far from 

 correct, his contribution to general informa- 

 tion concerning the matter under discussion 

 may not be germane to the subject; he may 

 even write himself down to most of his 

 readers as pure crank, but for cocksureness 



and positive certainty that he is right and 

 that all the others are dead wrong, he grabs 

 the batter cake. 



When we were making out our spring 

 fishing schedule, we had the assistance of 

 the original One Who Knows. He could 

 tell more about the great Adirondack 

 Woods than the guides who had traversed 

 them all their lives. He knew which and 

 where the good trout-ponds were and the 

 shortest way to get to them. More than 

 that, he knew of one in particular in the 

 heart of the virgin timber, fairly teeming 

 with trout of all sizes from fingerling up to 

 land-locked salmon. It had never been seen 

 by a white man until he and his guide stum- 

 bled upon it by pure accident the previous 

 fall while stalking deer — or if so, rarely. 



HIOTT FALT.S ON TTTF. ORWF.OATCHIE 



