AND STREAM. 
during the sufhinef, and they very kindly walked to 
Parmachenee and took the 40-poiind pack that Jim Had 
carried since early ttiorning. A lew miles west of Hamel's 
Camp a spotted trail was fotmd which led directly to the 
camp and which proved of great assistance^ as it showed 
us that we were nearing our destination, and also for a 
tree which had been cut and used for a bridge over the 
little Magalloway River. A fine view was had of a doe 
licking salt at one of the deserted camps, and she stayed 
in sight in the open for a number of minutes. Lunch 
was eaten at the landing on Parmachenee Lake, and 
soon after the trip was renewed for the Magalloway 
River. A guide had already been engaged to be at the 
Scow Landing on that afternoon, so he was waiting at 
the Forks Camp, which is about a mile and a half above 
the Scow Landing. This point was reached at just 1 
P. M., after an eight-hour tramp, with less than an hour 
for resting. The gait that was kept must have been 
over two miles an hour, so it is fair to presume that from 
Second Connecticut Lake to the Scow Landing on the 
Magalloway River must be in the vicinity of twenty 
miles. 
Parmachenee Lake and thousands of acres of land 
around it are controlled by the Parmachenee Club, which 
has a membership of about sixty sportsmen frorn various 
parts of the country. These members and their guests 
come as far as Colebrook, N. H., by train, where the 
night is spent. 
The next day the stage is taken for Errol through the 
Dixville Notch, and up the valley of the Magalloway 
River to the head of Aziscoos Falls, which lie in the 
settlement of Wilson's Mills. Here the club steamer 
meets them and carries them about twelve miles to 
Meadow Camp, arriving there in the early evening. This 
camp is owned by the club, but the public can be accom- 
modated here. 
After a night at the camp, canoes or boats, with guides, 
are taken the next day for the Forks Camp, or if the 
water is very low, only as far as the Scow Landing, one 
and a half miles below. Here the buckboard is met and 
taken about five miles to the shore of Parmachenee 
Lake, and after a short row or paddle Camp Caribou, 
on an island, is reached, on which is located the main 
camp and base of supplies for those members who wish 
to spend their time in some of the numerous camps in 
the vicinity of the lake, and owned by the club. Thus, 
after arriving at Colebrook, which may be a day or two's 
journey, it takes two days more to reach the camp at 
Lake Parmachenee. At the Forks Camp is a con- 
venient building, but as it was locked a log shanty at 
the Scow Landing used as a store house was taken for 
a shelter that night. It had no door, and was thor- 
oughly ventilated, but with a mattress of about 6 inches 
of fir balsam boughs and a long walk just finished noth- 
ing more was needed, and as soon as the evening twi- 
light began three men lay down on nature's own bed 
and very soon were sleeping as one can sleep only when 
the fragrance of the woods lulls him to dreamland. Just 
before retiring a young rabbit came hopping along and 
jumped into the cabin, but it was useless to try to catch 
him, as he went out through an opening in the logs. 
After a refreshing night's sleep breakfast wa^ had at 
half-past 4, so that Jim might get an early start back to 
the Connecticut Lake. 
As soon as he left, the trip was continued down to 
Upper Metallock, where a few small trout were caught, 
but the river was exceptionally high foi- that time of the 
year, and the fish bit very poorly. Dinner was had at 
Meadow Camp, where the night was also spent, four 
miles below Upper Metallock, and after dinner a few 
more trout and a smelt ioj4 inches long, a record- 
breaker, were taken from Metallock. At this season of 
the year when the water is still high in the river, great 
advantage is taken of the "cut-offs," which are channels 
cut across bends, so that the logs have a straighter course 
to follow and are much less liable to cause trouble by 
jamming. 
The next morning the trip was continued down the 
river with a short visit at a camp on Lower Metallock, 
and at the Narrows, eight miles below Meadow Camp, 
fishing was again enjoyed. 
Two other parties were already there, and one of them 
carried away over 15 pounds of trout, while we caught 
ten trout, the largest weighing pounds. 
From the Narrows to the dam at Aziscoos Falls is 
about seven miles. Here the canoe was left, and the lug- 
gage was carried to the hotel at Wilson's Mills, about 
five miles, where supper was had. After supper a team 
was taken for Errol, and the night spent at Will Allen's. 
The trip down the river from Wilson's Mills was 
abandoned, owing to the logs being in the river at Errol, 
and also the inability to get a canoe. Side trips up the 
Swift and Dead Diamond rivers would have well repaid 
the trouble, besides giving good fishing in their upper 
waters. 
The morning of June 8 started in with rain, but as the 
trip had to be camtinued, a canoe was taken up the river 
and out into Um.bagog Lake, where the .steamer was 
met and taken to Sunday Cove. Between here and 
Middle Dam is a decidedly second-rate buckboard road 
about five miles long. On this road odd views of Rapid 
River are had, and at this time logs were still coming 
down, and in fact just as Middle Dam was reached the 
last of the logs were sluiced through. 
Middle Dam is located at the outlet of the Lower 
Richardson. Lake, and the accommedations consist of the 
hoetl Anglers' Retreat and a few log cabins. Of course 
the pool below the dam is one of its chief attractions, 
but fine fishing is had in the Lake, and also in Pond-in- 
the-River, about half a mile below the dam, and being a 
part of Rapid River, which has widened out, so that a 
small lake is formed- 
After dinner the services of a guide were secured — ^the 
last guide was left at Wilson's Mills, as he was not 
familiar with the Rangeley system, and it might not be 
out of place to say here that guides of one section are 
noticeably jealous of those of other sections, and unless 
one had been in the different parts of the same regions 
he might be led to believe that outside of ten or twenty 
miles, according to the guide's knowledge of the country, 
there was absolutely no game. 
It had been the intention at the outset to cruise in a 
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canoe from Parmachenee Lake to Rangeley, and to carry 
a^tent for shelter at night, but, as was shown afterward, 
this method of tenting, as the guides call it, is very sel- 
dom used, as camps are scattered all through the 
region. 
At Middle Dam but one tent was available, and this 
was at Dyke's Camp, about two miles below the landing 
at South Arm'. On the way down to South Arm one 3- 
pound salmon and one 31^-pound trout were caught, and 
on . cleaning the trout full-sized spawn was found with 
the embryonic spawn just forming. This is quite an 
unusual occurrence, and the guide had seen it occur 
but once before. The carry from South Arm to Dyke's 
Camp is over the regular stage route from Andover. The 
camp was the neatest and fitted up the most con- 
veniently of any camp met on the trip. The hand of a 
woman was evident everywhere, from the scalloped paper 
on the shelves to the well-swept floor. 
After a night's sleep and a good breakfast, the return 
to the South Arm was made with the tent; and against 
a hard west wind, blowing directly down the Arm, it 
took four hours to row the four miles to Middle Dam, 
which was reached in time for a late dinner. The guide 
suggested a side trip to B Pond, in which by law no 
fishing is allowed except with the fly, and any sportsman 
■fond of fly-fishing as it ought to be, should not fail to 
spend a day or more on this small sheet of water. B 
Pond is reached from Middle Dam by walking a short 
way to Pond-in-the-River, rowing to the head of the 
rapids in Rapid River, and a good trail from here leads 
directly to the pond. In the pond is an island, on which 
is a house owned at one time by the late Gov. Russell 
of Massachusetts. The trout are fighters, and will run 
from I to 3 pounds in weight. There is a camp here 
run in connection with the Middle Dam House. 
The trout rose well that afternoon, and a double of 
2 pounds and lyi pounds was landed, but the next 
morning was toO clear and still, so few rises were gotten. 
As another party was due that night, we left at noon 
for Middle Dam, and with the- tenting outfit started for 
the Narrows, and camped near the burial spot of the 
wife of the famous Indian chief Metallock. A tent was 
hardly necessary, as the night was warm and dry, and 
this was the only night it was used. 
In trolling the next morning from the Narrows to 
Upper Dam, but one small trout-was struck. The usual 
flotilla of boats was moving from the lake up to the pool 
near the dam, and back, but it was an off day and but 
few catches were made. The steamer was taken for 
Bemis, where a rowboat was again hired, and we trolled 
to Haines' Landing, with but one strike, and failed to 
land him. The road from Haines' Landing to Rangeley 
is much better than the average country road and about 
one and one-half miles in length. Rangeley Lake is 
the only lake in the Rangeley system whose waters have 
not been dammed up for rafting purposes, and its shores 
lined with live trees are in great contrast to the dead 
stumps which stand as tombstones around the other 
lakes. 
After a six-mile sail on the steamer, at the other end 
of the lake is Rangeley village, quite an enterprising 
town, with a number of stores, which contain everything 
in the sporting line, both for hunting and fishing. The 
Rangeley Lake Hotel is of course the center of sporting 
life in the town, but later in the season, when the fishing 
ceases, it changes into a regular summer hotel, with its 
"piazza sports," as the guides call them. 
Acting again on the guide's suggestion, we decided tCi 
try our luck at Kennebago Lake, and accordingly the 
next morning set out afoot for the nine-mile walk to the 
Lake. The stage was just leaving the post office as we 
started, and arrived half an hour later than we did at the 
Lake. Loon Lake, about half-way out, has been re- 
cently stocked with salmon, and is yielding some re- 
markable catches, which goes to show that salmon must 
develop rapidly in these Rangeley waters. 
At Kennebago we were given a camp at the lower end 
of the Lake and spent the next two days fishing the 
lake and Kennebago stream, with fair success. 
Thursday noon farewells were said to Kennebago, and 
the homeward trip was commenced — part of the way to 
Rangeley in the buckboard and part on horseback. 
Friday morning at 6:10 A. M. the narrow gauge car- 
ried a very unwilling passenger to Farmington, and de- 
livered him to the Maine Central, which in turn at Port- 
land shifted the responsibility to the Boston & Maine, 
which delivered him safely at his home. Of the two 
weeks spent on the trip there were but two rainy days 
—one on Umbagog Lake in the steamer and in the 
buckboard to Middle Dam, and the last day at Kenne- 
bago. 
The trolling season was near its end, and the fly-fishing 
had hardly begun, so what catches were made were con- 
sidered good. 
