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D dacks in 1887, with headquarters at 
Smith’s Lake, then fifty miles. from a 
postoffice, and only reached: by boat and carry 
in those days, but now in the Nehasane Park 
of Dr. Seward Webb, I planned for a trip that 
would give me at least a week for bass fishing, 

while Andrew was guiding Messrs. Van Anglin 
and Dollard, of New York, who had engaged 
him for 
ten days, date d which he 
I first 
specified, at 
had 1 
ploy ed 
served for each season when emi- 
him. 
As I unfolded my map and outlined the route, 
Andy became quite enthusiastic, as it would take 
him through waters new. Starting after dinner 
Boonville boat, and 
basket, with Andrew at the oars, and my- 
the paddle that T had 
already dipped in many waters, passed the 
three and one-half miles to the head of the lake, 

with our our baggage in 
pack 
self in 
stern with the 
we 

and portaging over to Charley’s Pond crossed 
to the half-mile carry down the outlet and were 
again afloat on Smith’s Creek, down which we 
went, until reaching the short portage around 
the falls we were presently in Little Tupper 
Lake, a handsome water six miles long, averag- 
ing one mile in width, and embellished with 
pretty shores and six lovely islands. Arriving 
at Pliny Robbins’ sportsman’s hotel we 
over night. 
From near the foot of the lake we portaged 
three-fourths of a mile over the ridge to Stony 
Pond, then another carry to Slim Pond, 
through which we went to the outlet, and by a 
half mile portage to Little Slim Pond, where we 
met Sabbattis, the noted St. Regis Indian guide, 
who was arranging a camp near by. After a 
chat we pushed on through the outlet into Mud 
remained 
made 
Pond, and from its foot went south across a 
pretty woodland trail into the handsome little 
lake known as Clear Pond, which we spent 
time in exploring. Owl’s Head Mountain towers 
picturesquely above its southern shore, and there 
are a number of inviting views. Thence across 
the carry of about one and one-half miles past 
the studio of artist Tait into Long Lake, a noted 
summer resort, at about its central western shore, 
down which we pulled to the Island House near 
its foot, where we put up for the night. 
A Memorable Trip 
From the Heart of the Adirondacks through the Hudson River, ‘Lake 
George and Champlain and the St. Lawrence River | 
to Lake Ontario and Return 
By E. S. WHITAKER 
Next morning, rowing across to the eastern 
shore, we went over the trail of one and one- 
half miles into Round Pond, a spring-fed body 
of water nestled the foothills of Moose 
Mountain, and being the very headwater of the 
Hudson River, and very attractive, with stately 
Santonin rising in the distance, beyond 
which the higher mountains stood out in bold 
relief. As we pushed out from the shore we 
saw a buck with shapely antlers feeding upon 
a little grassy island at the outlet, and as the 
stun was behind, it made a handsome picture 
that I would I had a photograph of. 
A short carry down the outlet and a short run 
brought us into Lake Catlin of irregular shape, 
situated at the immediate foot of the mountain 
of that name, quite a good sized lake with a 
beautiful shore line and a lovely spot for a sum- 
mer camp as well as for fall hunting. From its foot 
a short carry brought us into Long Pond, and 
a row of one and three-fourths miles through 
it, and then down the outlet, and we entered 
Lily Pad Pond with Mt. Baldwin showing 
grandly at the east. Down its outlet we made 
three short portages and finally reached good 
navigable water just before arriving at the point 
where the river is augmented by its junction 
with Six Mile Brook, a fine trout stream, and 
shortly we reached pretty Rich Lake, three miles 
long with Mt. Goodenow near by and Mt. Joseph 
beyond. Passing through we came to the then 
little hamlet of Newcomb, and as we had some 
supplies to purchase, remained there over night, 
as we would have a long run to make before we 
should again strike civilization. 
After a good rest and an early breakfast we 
again embarked, ran a rapids and entered Lake 
Harris, and as we passed through had a fine view 
of the mountain peaks of the northeast. The 
junction of the East River is the final outlet of 
lakes Henderson, Sanford, Delia and_ several 
ponds, and then a sharp turn to the southwest 
in strong and rapid water, and we skirted the 
foot of a chain of mountains, notable among 
which are Polaris and Cedar, the scenery very 
attractive and ever changing. Passing the out- 
let of Goodenow and Joseph ponds at Fishing 
Rock, about eight miles down, a further run of 
five miles brought us to where the Cedar River is 
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augmented by Rock River, which is the ou 
of the good sized Rock Lake as also of 
group of Chain Lakes and ponds at the no 
that forms a large stream. Thence with a t 
to the southeast and a few miles further, | 
reached the mouth of the Indian River, a x 
sized stream, which carried the waters of 
dian Lake besides that of a large number | 
smaller lakes and ponds from the southwest. | 
Here we saw the first logs that we had 
countered in any stream during all our previ 
touring. of the Adirondack region, and had 
go carefully and occasionally make a carry o 
a small jam, until reaching Bad Luck Po}, 
where the river takes a sharp bend to the « 
and the banks are steep, we found the way 
peded with logs piled on each other and exte 
further than could see. I remark | 
“Well, here’s a state of things! Looks like, 
big jam.” Andy said something else that rhyn 
with it and we both agreed that the point IP 
well named, and then we commenced to rec |, 
noiter, but could not find a trail through wh) 
we could carry boat, etc. We took a half hij; 
rest and ate a lunch and enjoyed the scen}, 
very much, but not the outlook, and made F 
our minds to push ahead and not go back. 4\, 
drew swung his boat with its yoke resting F 
his shoulders, the oars and paddle tied in, elf 
I adjusted the pack basket in position and 
sought the most feasible route over the wild! 
ness of logs. We frequently had to stop to r ! 
but finally after a most tedious journey of o} 
two miles, during which we agreed that if “J! 
dan is a hard road to travel,” as asserted in 
ing we 
old song, our experience was convincing tl, 
this portion of the Hudson in its then condit}, 
was in no way inferior. 
At last we passed the great jam and fot! 
open water with but an occasional stranded p 
and a narrower river with swifter current i( 
it passed through a cafion-like defile of the mo la 
tains which towered up on each side, and W 
to run with caution and keep a sharp lookily 
ahead. On making an abrupt turn we sawiy\ 
large boulder in the middle of the stream elt 
the water surging past on either side and lo Fe 
ing anything but safe. Fortunately a bit {q 
driftwood had lodged in the rocks at the 

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