breakfast over, we crossed the river and tried the Swift 
Diamond, which is only a short distance from the farm, 
but here also we found the water high, and after a 
short trial and a few trout we concluded to pursue our 
course up the river. En route we fished at the mouth 
of Bottle Brook, which empties into the Magalloway 
from the west, a short distance below the falls, but with 
no success, although at some seasons of the year fishing 
here is good. A pull of some miles took us to the foot 
of the Azriscoos Falls (pronounced by the natives 
Esfiuosh!), where we disembarked and hired our boat 
taken over the carry, about three miles, for $3, walking 
ourselves. The falls, or more proper!}' the rapids, are 
two miles long, and the bed very precipitous and rocky, 
and impossible of ascent or descent. Here the water 
comes tumbling or foaming down the rocky bed, pre- 
senting a grand spectacle. Towards night we found 
ourselves, boat and traps, safely above the falls, and 
prepared for a night’s camp in the woods. A comfort- 
able log hm with open door, or rather no door at all, 
invited a tenant, and dumping our blankets and nightly 
linen (a blue shirt by the way) upon the floor with an 
abandon of the true angler, we left .Johnny to get up a 
blaze, and set out the china for tea, while we went out 
to catch a few trout from the rapids, for desert. Down 
the river side we wandered among tall pines, who.se 
swaying boughs had strewn the earth with millions of 
needles, till we came to a beautiful bed of moss which 
carpeted the ground for acres in extent. This was too 
much for our weary limbs, for as our feet came in con- 
tact with its elastic bed its influence was to invite repose, 
and we threw ourselves at full length upon its verdant 
cushion. 
In all my forest experience I never witnessed the like 
before. Think of beautiful green moss, six or eight 
inches deep, with the elasticity of the nicest spring bed 
you ever stretched your limbs upon, covering acres in 
extent, and tell me it is not a sight to behold ! 
But Johnny is boiling the pot and we must away, for 
the trout that are to garnish our homely board are )'et 
to be caught, and we arose and walked along the velvelr 
carpet lo the shore, where in a short time we took suf- 
ficient trout for supper, and then repaired to camp. 
Supper over and the bright tin plates carefully put away 
where they wonld not get broken, the coffee pot hung 
up on the floor, and the knives, forks and spoons stowed 
away in one of Parker’s bools to keep them from the 
dew, we filled our pipes with tobacco from Robert’s 
worm box, where he prudently kept it from dampness, 
and surrounding a camp block took a game at Sancho 
Pedro to determine tne choice of berths, which, by the 
way, I ought to mentieu, were formed of boughs upon 
poles fixed across the real of the hut. Just my luck, of 
course! The first choice fell to me, and I, like an un- 
wise boy, chose the outside berth, where I thought to 
have greater freedom of action, and it did not occur to 
me till after midnight that the second, third, and fourth 
choice had the advantage of warmth on either side, a 
very desirable influence in the forest at night. Johnny, 
poor fellow, made a poor pass at gambling, and was 
consigned to the foot of the bed, so he and I kept the 
others warm, and thus ended the second day. 
S.VTURDAT, June 5, 1875. — What a glorious morning! 
and how fragrant with balsam of fir and pine breathes 
tne atmosphere! How delightful to witness the spark- 
ling drops of dew as they glitter from every leaf like 
little globules of silver. How’ merrily sings the passing 
river as it glides smoothly onward in its course 
towards the sea! How quiet and serene the new born 
morning in the deep wild wood where no sound of civi- 
lization reaches us, but all is hushed, save the voices of 
nature, which speak to you in accents sweet from every 
swinging bough and vesper breeze. The birds of song 
which attend the march of civilization do not greet us 
here it is true, but we listen with rapture to the drum 
of the partridge, the beating on t e dead limb of the 
ivory bill of the woodpecker, the sharp voice of the blue 
jay, the cry of the loon, the quack of the wild duck, and 
themouinful “too hoo” of the owl from the distant tree 
top. To me the wild acd solepin voices of the w'ood 
have a charm unspeakable. I love to linger within 
their hallowing influences. When stretched upon fra- 
grant boughs of balsam, after a day of toil in the 
woods. I love to lie and listen to these solemn sounds, 
and think of friends at home. Then imagination puts 
on its full strength, and thought sweetly communes 
with nature. Before the suu had scarce darted a single 
silver ray through the tree tops, we found, our way to 
the river side with soap and towel, and cooled our faces 
in the sparkling waters which God was pouring from 
the hollow of His hand; then we were feady for 
broiled trout, potatoes, ham, coffee and bard tack, which 
Johnny had prepared in abundance, to which most 
assuredly we did the amplest justice. 
And now we break camp for the first time. Twenty 
miles from Errol we are further to explore the wilder- 
ness, and with happy hearts we backed our camping 
utensils and made for our boat which had been carried 
about halt a mile further up the river. A few minutes’ 
walk found us at the landing, where we found the boat 
inverted and our traps safely housed — not from tramps 
for they pollute not these parts with their unhallowed 
footsteps — but from the dew and possible showers. Our 
staunch and comfortable craft was soon righted, oiir things 
conveniently stored away. Johnny manned the oar.s, we 
lighted "our pipes, and shoved off into the gentle current 
just as the broad disc of fee sun beamed its sweet mel- 
low influences upon us. 0, the transcendent glory of that 
morning! How its fragrance even now distills its sweets 
upon me as I write; I even wish I were there this mo- 
moment instead of inditing here in the sultry air of a 
summer day. Slowly but surely we followed the sinu- 
ous banks of the river, now shortening a bend by an 
oblique course, and now courting the stiller waters of a 
bay to avoid the rapid current. Two and a half miles 
an hour up the stream is good rowing, but we managed 
to make it by occasionally giving Johnny a lift at the 
oars, and thus we sped on our journey, happy as child- 
ren just let loose from school. The river bank along- 
side boasts of a variety ol growth, balsam, white, black 
and yellow birch, maples of diflerei.t varieties, pine, 
spruce, hemlock, tamarack, etc. At times the land i« 
low and marshy; then it rises to upland and mountain- 
ous, and tall peaks and bald headed summits greet you 
from the distance. There is no lack of variety or 
scenery, and the monotony of a day’s journey is broken 
with the variety of its landscape. Along here the aver- 
age width of the river is some ten rods. Sometimes it 
narrows up sharply and the water runs sw'iftly, and its 
depth is unseen; then again it widens and shoals till the 
sharp rocks and boulders break the surface, fretting the 
water into foam. And now listen to Johnny, who tells 
a story of a man who once upon a time came up the 
river when the water was high and the current drifted 
strongly against him, and he feign would stop and rest. 
He chanced to see a muskrat hole in the river bank, to 
which he tethered, but the force of the water was great; 
a strong wind sprung up, and the hole began to give 
way, and with the strong pressure “it pulled clean out 
of the bank six feet;’’ but it held and he was saved! 
About noon we reached The Narrows, a famous fish- 
ing ground about ten miles above Agriscoos Falls, and 
here' we disembarked for dinner. Above the narrows is 
a deep hay, nearly round, and some fifteen rods in di- 
ameter, whose waters find an exit through a narrow 
neck some four or five rods wide; just below the neck 
the waters rush madly into a large deep pool, hut by 
keeping close in shore, Johnny and I managed to pull 
through, though at one moment it seemed as if we 
must give it up and drift with the current 'oack to the 
starting point. 
While Johnny w'-.is coaxing a flame among the dry 
limbs with which to cook our dinner, we jointed our 
rods and threw our flies into the pool below the rapids, 
and with the most satisfactory results. In a short time 
we captured all the trout we could wish for, and in 
thirty minutes we were discussing their flavor under 
the cooling shadows of the overhanging foliage. After 
dinner we renewed our efforts, and caught sufficient for 
our supper, and as our consciences would not allow us 
to slaughter, we desisted, having caught some thirty or 
forty as handsome trout as ever dangled from a fly rod, 
the largest of which scaled from 2 to 2 1-4 pound.s, and 
ranged from that down to one-quarter of a pound. This 
was truly sport to anglers and with some reluctance we 
unjointed our rods and resumed our journey. 
About night-fall we reached Lincoln Pond Brook 
Camp fabout twelve miles from Agriscoos Falls), so called 
from its proximity to the outlet of Lincoln pond, which 
is situated on the east bank of ilagalloway, about two 
or three miles away, when we encamped for the night. 
There is little of interest here save a log hut, which is a 
matter of much interest to the angler. There is no 
fishing of importance in this locality, so we contented 
ourselves with reclining leisurely after the day’s toil, 
and smoked our pipes in peaceful attitudes. We had 
scarcely made camp ere the heavens became overcast, 
and night shut in upon us with a gentle rain; so we 
sought shelter within the rain-proof lodge, and as we 
listeneff to the pattering of the rain upon the roof, and 
harkened to the music of its beating in the tree tops, we 
fell into slumbers sweet only to awaken later in the 
night to the dismal croaking'of the owls who “wah- 
hooed” at us'vocifcrously. “Hoot, my good fellows; 
you disturb us not ; we have heard your accents before, 
and did not come here to be annoyed by you.” To some 
the solemn notes of the owl are inexpressibly dismal 
in the far off wilderness; but for one I like to hear their 
doleful strains, while snugly stowed away in a comfort- 
able lodge. I love the deep bass of the croak of the 
bull-frog, the wild cry of the loon, the hoot of the owl, 
and the sharp grating of the katy-did, and katy-didn’t. 
It reminds me that I am away from the busy haunts of 
men and among the retreats of nature’s own. Take 
from sequestered depths the voices of the wilderness, 
and you rob it of its distinctive phase, its wild and 
wierd influences, and the harmony of its own existence. 
Listening then to its concordant sounds I fell asleep 
again, only to be awakened by the coming morn, and 
thus ended the third day. 
Browx’s iliLLS Camp, Sunday 6. 
As I thrust my head out of the opening of the camp, 
I was greeted with a damp atmosphere and a smoky 
sky. The rain for the time had ceased falling, but the 
prospect was anything but enliving. A rainy day in 
the woods with no fishing ground or other source of 
amusement is not a thing to be desired by any angler. 
And it was Sunday too, and cards and camp amuse- 
ments must be eschewed, books to read we had not, and 
what to do? We, however, put on cheerful faces, ate 
the trout in store, and smnked our pipes— the ever solac- 
ing resort of the be-weathered angler, and speculated 
on matters and things at home, discussed the current 
topics of the day and thus the morning wore away. 
After we felt we had paid due respect to the hallowed 
day, we concluded to bid adieu to our camp and quietly 
row up the river, so we again broke camp and embark- 
ing shoved off into the stream, and like well behaved 
boys pursued our pilgrimage. In a short time after wo 
got under way the glorious sun again welcomed us, and 
a peaceful content was apparant upon every visage. 
Towards night, the sky again became overcast and 
a sharp shower fell upon us, when we sought protection 
of overhanging trees on the river bank; vivid flashes of 
lightning and sharp peals of thunder played an accom- 
paniment for a short time, then the glad sun again 
broke through the clouds and a balmy air wafted its 
sweetness upon us. Later in the afternoon we came to 
quick water, about a mile and a half from the mouth of 
the little Magalloway, at the foot of Parmechens falls; 
the first we passed without difficulty, the second though 
ver}' short are quite turbulent and impossible to row 
against. Through these we undertook (against the ad- 
vice of .Johnny, however,) to pull our way along the 
shore, b}' grappling the alders which overhung the 
etreams, but truth impels me to write it, although I will 
spare names for some of the parly might feel hurt, the 
water getting between tiie boat and shore, formed an 
entering wedge, and quicker than I can tell it, the 
branches were wrenched out of our hands, the prow 
swung around, and down |stream, the boat lapidly 
drifted into the foaming and seething current; for a mo- 
ment all was excitement and two of our party (I am 
loth to write it) sprang out of the boat for the shore, the 
others held fast and were hurried raoidly down the 
stieam. 
(To be Continued.) 
L1SBABY TABLE. 
Proceedings of the Americ.an Association for 
THE Advancement of Science at Hartford Conn., in 
August, 1874, have been forwarded to us. The con- 
tents include a valuable collection of papers on mathe- 
matics, physics, chemistry, geology, botany and 
zoology. 
American N.atl’ralist for^July^contaius “Vegeta- 
tion of the Illinois Lowlands,” by Prof. Geo. H. Per- 
kins; “ The Pottery of the Jilound Builders,” and 
“Archaeological Explorations in Indiana andKentucky,” 
both by F. W. Putnam, with reviews and scientific no- 
tice.s. 
Field and Forest, June and July. These are the 
the first numbers of a neat little monthly edited by 
Prof. Charles R. Dodge, and constituting the bul- 
letin of the Potomac-side Naturalist’s Club. The ar- 
ticles are from the pens of our Washington friends, 
Ridgway, Cones, Chickering, Abbott and other genlle- 
tlcmeu of that class, to whose studies in science and 
happy faciiity in literature we are all indebted. 
