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of wolves; tlien it gradually died away ill the distance 
am] all was quiet again. Toward morning there came 
lain and we did not get up early to go fishing, as we 
Ijad intended, but the guides were up, and asked if 
they might take the rods and try to get some trout 
for breakfast. They returned in about an hour witl 
two small ones, which, with the one caught the even- 
ing before, made our breakfast with bacon, corn cake? 
and good coffee. Sam had hooked a large trout, but 
did not succeed in landing it. 
It was still raining hard, and while Sam cooked 
breakfast Bob built a fire in front of our tent, by the 
side of a tree, which I thought was very reckless. I 
learned, when reading the story of Mr. Hough's hunt- 
ing trip after we got home, why he built the fire be- 
side the tree, but 1 did not know at the time that the 
tree would serve as a chimney and keep the smoke 
from blowing into our tent. The front of the tent was 
thrown open, the blankets rolled up for seats, and 
breakfast was s.erved in the tent, which was nice and 
warm, on a big piece of bark for a table. About ten 
o'clock, the rain being over, we all went out to fish, and 
I caught a small trout and a little herring. We re- 
turned to camp for an early dinner, and then went to 
the falls at the head of the lake for the evening fishing. 
Sam made a loaf of squaw bread for dinner and baked 
it in the skillet. I do not know how he made it, but it 
was very appetizing. It was always a mystery to me 
. how he succeeded in baking bread in our sheet iron 
skillets with their shaky, adjustable handles. Through 
it all I never heard him swear, though Bob claims he 
said his prayers backwards when the big trout got 
away. ' 
At the foot of the falls that afternoon we cast flies 
of various kinds all over the water, until I had hooked 
everything above water that was in reach and some 
things not in reach, but nothing under the water. Then 
I quit for fear I should lose my arm at the shoulder. 
The Doctor had met with less success, not having 
hooked as many things as I had. We gave our rods 
to the guides while we went to take some pictures. 
On one side of the falls is a sheer wall of rock fully 
two hundred, feet high, while the other side is com- 
paratively low and broken. There is a small camp 
ground here, and on a register were names of tourists 
from New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, Ohio, 
Pennsylvania and Mattawa, while underneath the fol- 
lowing legends were duly inscribed: 
"Fine trout fishing— N O T." 
"Such an easy place to get to? ?" 
"The trout here weigh 21bs. — ^that is, a dozen of 'em do!" 
"Cheer up! There is much worse farther on." 
We were wet and cold so built a fire, and soon the 
guides came back. Sam had two trout, one was a very 
dark color and weighed over a quarter of a pound, 
but the other one was small. It was time for us to re- 
turn, so we put out our fire and went back to camp, 
where Sam soon had tea brewing and trout and bacon 
frying in the skillet. A cold wind was blowing, which 
increased in the night, and in the morning the rain 
was pouring down. I had a dreadful headache and 
could not have gone in the canoe, so was glad the 
weather and not I kept them from breaking camp. 
When breakfast was being eaten two whisky jacks, 
or Canada jays, came around and flew quite close to 
the tent for bits of bread that were thrown to them, 
and they finally tried to carry of! our soap. 
By ten o'clock the rain was over and my headachfe 
had about gone, so we hastily packed up and were 
ready for our trip down the river. We were undecided 
as to whether the trout fishing had been a success or 
not, but felt we could answer with the Indian Sam 
told about who, when asked if he caught any fish, re- 
plied: "A few, not very many. One big one, one little 
one, two small ones." 
Our trout fishing was done on the 4th of September, 
sometimes casting and sometimes trolling the fly along 
the water, and while we did not get many trout, I be- 
lieve there are plenty of them there and they could 
be caught in the fly-fishing season, for we saw them 
jumping the first evening we were on McPherson 
Lake. Bob says the trout fishing is better farther up 
the river, but we were not able to find out anything 
about the fishing in either Florence or Smoothwater 
lakes. Bob said the party he took through had caught 
so many trout that when they reached Florence Lake 
they never thought to try the fishing to find what kind 
of fish were there. 
A cruise up this river would be delightful, but it is 
a cruise by itself and not a side trip. The start should 
be made from Haileybury, where guides, outfit and 
provisions can be procured; then follow the route we 
took to McPherson Lake, continuing on up the river 
to Florence Lake; cross the head of it and enter a 
small stream, which brings you to Apex Lake. Cross- 
ing this lake to the outlet brings you to Smoothwater 
Lake, and the outlet of this is the East Branch of 
the Montreal River, which you follow to its junction 
with the Montreal, near Fort Matachewan, a Hudson 
Bay post, where supplies can be procured. From this 
point there are two rbutes back to Haileybury, one 
down the Montreal River to Mud Lake, the other 
down the Blanche or White River to Lake Temiscam- 
ing. To reach the White River a three-mile portage 
must be made across the plateau that separates the 
waters of the Montreal and White rivers. To come 
up the Montreal and go down the Lady Evelyn River 
is not practicable on account of a portage around the 
Three Mile Rapids on the Montreal, part of which can 
be run going dowm, and the current being against one 
more than half of the trip. 
We made our way down the river without difficulty, 
but I could not help thinking about that Fifth Ave- 
nue pavement, for the rain had made the rocks very 
slippery. The guides wore shoe packs and could get 
over the slippery rocks much better than we could in 
our stout walking shoes with rubber heels. When 
we stopped for dinner they made me some toast, which 
I enjoyed very much, with a tin of good tea. We 
found the Fifth Avenue pavement almost dry, and it 
was a relief to all when we were safely over. We had 
no trouble making the portage around the Morrison 
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Falls and got down the cliff, where the river falls over 
the side of its bed, without any difficulty. 
VVhen we reached the more open river, a cold north 
wind was blowing up stream, and we had to face it for 
fonr or five miles. Long before we reached camp I 
was chilled through, and, when some one asked me a 
question which I had to answer, my voice trembled. 
Bob, who was sitting in front of me, looked around, 
and, taking his coat from under his knees, told me to 
put it on. 
I was very glad when we rounded a bend and saw 
our little white tent as we had left it. Not a thing 
had been disturbed. The guides made a fire, and as 
soon as the water was hot made some good beef tea. 
We drank a tin of that, put on warmer clothes and 
were ready for any kind of weather. The tents put in 
good shape and supper over, a big fire was built, and 
when well v.'armed we went to bed and were soon 
asleep. When we awoke in the morning the sun was 
above the tree tops shining bright and clear, and every- 
thing was covered with a heavy white frost. 
After breakfast a warm skillet handle was used on 
the canoe, and we were ready to move. I heard Sam 
say he was glad those detachable handles were good 
for something. The day was perfect, the sun warm and 
bright, and Lady Evelyn Lake perfectly calm and ex- 
ceedingly beautiful. About the middle of the lake we 
went ashore on an island, where there is a fine camp 
ground commanding a splendid view of the lake and its 
numerous tree covered islands. Mingling with the dark 
green of the pine was the lighter green of the birch 
and the yellow of the poplar, whose foliage had al- 
ready been touched by the finger of frost. On many 
of the islands in Lady Evelyn Lake are good camp 
grounds, where a small party, not caring to cruise, but 
wanting a camping trip, could have a delightful outing. 
We cooked our dinner on an island near the end of 
I.-ady Evelyn Lake, and when tramping round, found a 
string of fifteen or twenty black bass that had been 
thrown away. They were not small ones, but would 
weigh from two to four pounds, and no doubt had 
been caught for a picture. The heathen are not all 
dead, neither are they all converted. 
This end of the lake and the river that connects 
Lady Evelyn with Diamond Lake are full of boulders 
that are just a few inches under water, and it requires 
all the skill of an expert canoeman to steer clear of 
them. Making a quarter-mile portage around the 
rapids we came to picturesque falls at the mouth of 
Diamond Lake. Early in the afternoon we reached an 
island in Diamond Lake, where there is a good camp 
ground. We had a table and seats with backs, a lux- 
ury that was almost too much for us, but we resolved 
to keep away from the seats by the table, except at 
meal time, and, as there were seats by the fire with- 
out backs, we soon felt quite at home. 
Sam boiled some beans that evening and baked them 
in the skillet, some way I do not know how, but they 
were better than any of the canned beans in the mar- 
ket. There was a sandy beach at the end of the island, 
and while Sam was getting supper we went to s.^e 
what message had been left for us by the wood folks. 
We found the footprints of deer, wolf, crane, man in 
moccasin and man in civilized shoe. After supper the 
guides took the gun and went across the lake in the 
canoe to try to get some ducks, while we kept hon.se 
bj- the camp-fire. They returned after dark, having shot 
one black duck. A gentleman and two ladies from 
New York with their guides, were camped on an island 
some distance farther up the lake. A. W. C. 
[to be concluded.] 
The Real and the Fanciful. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
We read stories of hunting and of Indians and adven- 
ture; they might be divided into three classes: those 
told from actual experience, by a participant; those told 
as having happened within the knowledge of the writer, 
either direct or through tradition, and those which are 
the sole product of the imagination, or manufactured 
stories. There is only one publication pertaining to the 
woods life which naturally includes all the above subject.s, 
v/hich I have read, that, so far as I can see, excludes 
stories of the last class, and that is the Forest and 
Stream. To the person who is thoroughly familiar with 
the subject about which he is reading, the earmarks of a 
manufactured story are so disgustingly evident that all 
interest is lost in the reading, and a corresponding inter- 
est in the publication itself. Probably such stories are all 
right for the novice who is naturally interested in woods 
lore, but who knows nothing by experience of that of 
which he reads ; but to one who has "been there" the 
reading of such stories is about as satisfactory as eating 
meat without salt. What makes them fall so flat is the 
fact that so many such stories are written by persons 
who are not familiar with that of which they write, thus 
making statements which are ridiculous when read by 
those who know better. For instance that fine Indian 
story which no doubt was read with rising hair by many, 
but which Cabia Blanco, in January 24 number of Forest 
AND Stream so mercilessly tore to pieces. Here was the 
man who knew all about the location and tribes of In- 
dians involved, and was prepared to say unhesitatingly 
that it was without foundation in fact. It may be a pity 
to spoil a good story which has been carefully written 
and put together, but to me it is not only amusing but 
gratifying to see such stories torn to pieces. It also 
seems a pity that so many thousands of true stories of 
adventure remain untold, while so many thousands of 
fictitious stories are thrust upon the people. 
When a boy I was very fond of reading a certain very 
popular paper which always contained at least one story 
of adventure, because I supposed them to be all true, of 
course. As I got experience and became familiar with 
the habits of wild animal life, it disgusted me to read 
the same paper, for not only some, but all, of the stories 
of adventure were simply products of the imagination of 
someone who was paid for writing that which never 
occurred. Fiction is all right in its place, but there are 
too many good true stories pertaining to the wild woods 
and plains which are yet untold to bore lovers of such 
literature with the rank manufactured stuff. The remi- 
[May 2, tp03. 
niscences of Cabia Blanco which appear from tinie to 
time in Forest and Stream are all treasures of history 
which will be preserved in my family and read by many 
generations to come (that is, if the future generations 
are inclined as I am). Many other of the "old timers" 
give occasional glimpses into their past lives, and thereby 
gladden the hearts of some of us who are younger and 
who wish we had been born sooner. 
We often read of the hunts which were taken "behind 
the writing desk," where the would-be hunter "heard a 
noise as of some animal moving about and presently a 
deer walked out in sight." Anyone who has been mucli 
among deer knows that all you can hear of their move- 
ments when they are walking about undisturbed would 
not unduly startle the listener, or disturb the peaceful 
silence of the woods; in fact, I have watched very many 
deer as they have moved about in their natural way, when 
not startled, and have watched some at very close quar- 
ters, and I never yet "heard a deer walk;" in fact, I do 
not know that I ever heard a sound of any kind made by 
a deer while it was moving about in its natural way. 
They come as near to being noiseless in their movements 
as is possible for any animal of tl?>tjr size. A friend of 
mine with whom I used to hunt, always called them 
ghosts, for, he said, they seemed L?nT<- like spirits than 
solid niatter of flesh and blood: Suddenly, unexpectedly 
and noiselessly appearing in plain sight, and then just as 
mysteriously disappearing, phantom-like, without a sound. 
One of the peculiarities of their manner of walking is 
the way in which they lift their feet; lifting them very 
high with that peculiar quick jerk which reminds one of 
a. string-halt horse, but lowering them slowly and cau- 
tiously; thus, with their sharp-pointed hoofs, making it 
nearly impossible for the slightest noise to be made by 
walking: and yet the manufacturer of hunting stories will 
insist on their making a noise -in moving about in the 
woods something like domestic cattle, we would imagine. 
When studying wild life, the effect of environment is 
most interesting to observe : notice the deer, for instance, 
in a park; owing to their surroundings there is no need 
for their exercising the caution and watchfulness natural 
to their kind, and after a time they lose, to some extent, 
some of the characteristics which are the most interesting 
in their wild state. Deer which have been born in parks, 
and have never known the necessity of self-preservation 
by watchfulness, stealthy movement, etc., could readily 
be detected from a wild deer by a close observer who is 
familiar with them in their wild state, in their manner 
of movement. 
Man with his present environment can and does allow 
some of the faculties to become dormant, which, in the 
old pioneer of long ago, were kept active and acute, be- 
cause upon them depended his safety, his support, and, in 
fact, his very existence. His surroundings were such that 
it was important that he should not relax his vigilance 
for the shortest time, and so trained did his faculties be- 
come through necessity that even while he slept the least 
suspicious sound would arouse him. So when he went to 
the woods in search of meat, no matter how many hours 
or even days he might continue the search, not one care- 
less step was taken, and he did not for an instant relax 
his watchfulness, because his very existence depended 
upon the keenness of his ej'es and ears, and the constant 
necessity of it made it a part of his nature, which he exer- 
cised unconsciously. In these times a man will go out to 
hunt and perhaps for a few 1, ours will exercise caution in 
walking and vigilance in watching, but after a while he 
gets tired and discouraged, and the first thing he knows 
he is plodding along as if he was following a plow, in a 
meditative mood, with his mind on something entirely 
foreign to the object of his search. So the person of to- 
day who leaves his business for a few days in the year 10 
go hunting might be compared with the old pioneer of 
Indian days, as to constant watchfulness and vigilance in 
the woods, about the same as park deer could be com- 
pared with a wild deer in its exercise of the senses used 
in self-preservation. 
I have spent hours, which, if they were all added to- 
gether, would probably amount to many days, watching 
wild game, especially deer, and I never yet saw one 
which seemed to be off its guard for even an instant, but 
every sense seems to be strung to its highest tension at all 
times, and they look and act at all times as if expecting 
danger every minute. Once while trailing a bunch of 
deer on snow, I- saw through some thick bushes a dark 
object which looked something like a deer lying down 
in the snow, but minus the head and neck sticking up, 
as I naturally expected to see. Walking a few steps to 
one side to see past the bushes, I got a fair view of it, 
and_ saw it to be a deer lying down with its head laid back 
on its body. Just as I was bringing my rifle to my face 
to shoot, a red squirrel near by ran up a tree with that 
fierce chattering noise made by them when disturbed. The 
deer, no doubt accustomed to accepting "tips" of ap- 
proaching danger from its small neighbors of the forest, 
instantly raised its head and looked about in a startled 
way, but as I already had my aim on it, the warning 
was too late, and at the crack of the rifle it sprang up, 
ran a few rods and fell dead. So it is with them at all 
times : not the least intimation of danger from any source 
is disregarded by them, even though many of them may 
live for years without encountering danger, yet it does 
not tend to make them careless. When a bunch of deer 
have been scattered, and especially when one of them has 
been killed, some of them are nearly sure to come back to 
the same place in a short time to hunt for the missing 
one, and even if none have been killed they come back 
that they may get together again. Knowing this fact, 
and being in need of another one at that time, I dressed 
the one I killed and, as it was then noon, I went off a few 
rods and sat down on a log in a thick clump of bushes to 
eat my lunch, all the time keeping a sharp lookout for 
any returning deer. Just as I was ready to begin to 
eat, I saw one coming back, and when it got in a spot 
just where I wanted it, it stopped, and without moving 
from my seat I reached for my rifle and killed it. As I 
went home I saw and shot the heads off two mountain 
grouse, thus getting two fine deer and two grouse with 
four shots and got home at two o'clock. I did not realize 
it at the time, but as it has proven, this was the last hunt 
I ever had while living in the grand old Rockies, but it 
was a most pleasant one with which to wind up my 
woods life. Emerson Carney. 
MoBGAHTOtVN, W. Va. 
