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the supper. Our neighbors took their departure 
for home, leaving us to fight mosquitoes and 
arrange the camp for the night's much needed 
rest. With gum blankets, an extra tent, the 
kitchen fly, buffalo robe, quilts and blankets, we 
made a comfortable bed, over which we ad¬ 
justed a mosquito bar made and provided for 
this especial trip, and then we rested and smoked 
and laid out the morrow’s work. The “skeeters” 
were numerous and annoying at first, but after 
we got better acquainted we did not mind them 
so much. They seemed to take a special liking 
to the editor. His neck and hands were usually 
covered with lumps the size of soup beans. On 
the water, while fishing, they did not trouble 
us. 
Next morning early we started Johnny 
across to Cutler’s for milk, butter, eggs, bread, 
potatoes, etc., which were all ready for us as 
per agreement. We had brought with us pilot 
bread, bacon, sugar, tea and coffee, canned meats, 
pickles, beans, etc., and all our larder lacked was 
fresh fish, but the camp must be put in order 
first. The boy was kept busy most of the day 
getting over from the mainland a supply of dry 
cedar for fire wood, and a lot of clean rye straw 
from Cutler’s with which we made a luxurious 
bed in each tent. With the lumber we made a 
table, fixed up the kitchen, stretched a fly over 
it, and by the middle of the afternoon the camp 
was pronounced in running order. 
Then we went a-fishin’—down the lake in 
the “pocket” near the outlet. We found we 
could get no minnows with a seine, as there was 
not a spot along the shores or down the river 
clear enough of bullrushes, lilypads or bushes 
to draw out at. We caught a few dozen small 
sunfish with hook and line which proved to be 
fair bait, but we went back to camp disappointed 
with four or five small bass and a couple of 
pickerel. Enough, however, to change smells in 
the frying-pans. 
Next morning we tried the sunfish again; 
cut off the dorsal fin as we used them, and had 
fair sport, but the results were far from what 
we had been led to expect. I took one large¬ 
mouthed bass during the forenoon, of four and 
one-quarter pounds, which was a fair symptom 
of better things in store for us had we only good 
bait. 
When I struck the old fellow and he left 
the water three feet to show his size, a streak 
of electricity ran up the line, and down the rod 
into the remotest parts of the “old frame,” and 
bait, backache and recollections of Intermediate 
River all vanished on the instant, and I was a 
boy again. 
Back on the island for lunch, someone said 
“frogs.” Why had we not thought of them be¬ 
fore? We got the Cutler boys to catch us fifty 
for a starter, and from that time on we had rare 
sport. 
Speckled frogs and green were plenty and 
of assorted sizes, and large or small, they were 
a toothsome morsel for both bass and pickerel. 
Our Johnny was not much of a cook, but he 
could surround a frog with neatness and dis¬ 
patch, and next to his voracity and staying quali¬ 
ties at the table, catching frogs proved to be 
his best “holt,” so the question of bait was hap¬ 
pily settled. 
During the night it commenced to rain— 
was raining when we got up—and it came down 
steadily all day except during an interval of an 
hour or more in the afternoon. This kept the 
scribe and editor in camp most of the day. They, 
however, ventured out when it stopped raining, 
and went down to the pocket where they took 
a few very fine bass and pickerel, and fished 
back to camp in time to escape the rain when 
it commenced to come down again. But the 
spirit moved me most powerfully that particular 
morning to go a-fishin’, and as I have always 
believed that a little rain should not hold a 
lover of the sport back when the yearning was 
strong within him to go, I slipped into a rubber 
coat, put a dozen frogs into a minnow bucket, 
took the smaller boat, and, crossing over to the 
east shore, fished quietly up the lake a couple of 
miles to study the water, and learn, if possible, 
the feeding grounds of the fish. 
I he shores of the lake, and more notably 
the lower portion of it, are fringed with a belt 
of bullrushes growing from the bottom, and ex¬ 
tending out into the water from a few feet to 
fifty yards, and here and there a patch of water- 
lilies spread their broad, green leaves, dotted 
with white and yellow flowers over the water, 
covering it for yards like a smooth mat. 
Some of these rushes grow to great size. 
One I pulled up measured sixteen feet and four 
inches in length, the lower end being as large 
as the butt of a trout rod. In many places along 
the outside of this belt, pickerel weed and two 
or three kinds of aquatic plants and grasses 
reach up from the bottom at depths of from six 
to eighteen feet, some of them coming to the 
surface, and in this water forest ye honest angler 
will sometimes allow a bass of much strategy to 
entangle himself, which is liable to chafe his 
line and his temper, and open the vials of his 
wrath. And look you under this circumstance 
that, you forget not your cunning by waxing 
much wroth, and by an over-zealous “yank” rend 
your tackle asunder to the great hilarity of your 
finny friend at the business end of the line, 
whose name is M. pallidus or M. salmonides as 
the case may be. 
We did not strike a half dozen fish a hun¬ 
dred feet away from the rushes, but later in the 
season they hunt the deeper water, and Frank 
Lewis says that in October hundreds of bass 
may be found packed in the deep pools of the 
little rivers connecting the lakes. Here, under 
the shadow of the broad leaf of the lily, old 
"longface,” always hungry, poises himself on his 
pectorals and lies in wait for his prey, and woe 
to the unwary sunfish or heedless shiner that 
ventures half 'a yard away from the protecting 
bullrushes. 
Here, along the margin of the reeds, dis- 
porteth the black bass—let me write his name 
in large letters—the bold biter, the game fighter 
and the one altogether lovely. More cunning 
and curiosity and sass in his eye, more impu¬ 
dence and fearlessness and strategy, more game 
and staying qualities in his make-up, and more 
pure and vigorous fight has he in him to the 
square inch than has the whole pike family, ex¬ 
cept, perhaps, the noble mascalonge. 
Strike a six-pounder with a light rod, work 
him away from the rushes where you can fight 
him on fair terms, in thirty or forty feet of clear 
water, and after you have dropped him over the 
side of your boat, securely attached to the end 
of your stringer, you will have added at least 
a half a year to your lease of life. 
[to be continued.] 
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Nova Scotia. 
KEDGEMAKOOGE LAKE 
In the Wilderness 
A vast virgin forest, 90 miles long. Club House 
easily accessible by automobile. 
A net-work of beautiful streams. Splendid canoe¬ 
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Modern conveniences: Electric lights, telephone, 
daily mail. Experienced guides and full equipment 
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Newfoundland. 
NEWFOUNDLAND. 
A land teeming with SALMON, TROUT and 
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New York. 
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The Best Black Bass Fishing in New York State, on 
COSSAYUNA LAKE, 
with trout streams practically virgin. A charming 
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