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[OctT. 19, 1907. 

designated group of islands I again played and 
was soon hailed and met at the landing by the 
gentleman in person—I regret that his name can- 
not now be recalled—who received us cordially 
and made us stop to see his camp, meet his 
family, and take a. stroll over the island. We 
recounted Adirondack experiences, and it proved 
a pleasant episode. He directed us how to get 
the best view of Anthony’s Nose by going in 
near to shore at Blair’s Bay on the opposite side, 
ind then slowly pulling out northwesterly, and 
having followed his instructions we had a per- 
fect view of this remarkable profile in the rocks 
which those passing through direct fail to ob- 
tain. 
Rounding this point we pulled across at Juni- 
per Island under Rogers Rock, named after the 
scout who made his famous escape from Indians 
by sliding down this declivity; thence to Bald- 
win, where we remained over night, and next 
morning passed down to the foot of the lake 
and into its outlet, the Ticonderoga River, duly 
arriving at the village of Ticonderoga, where we 
and spent a while in examining, and stopped 
at Westport for the night. From this point we 
had a good view across the lake of the Otter 
Creek region of Vermont, made familiar to read- 
ers of Forest AND STREAM by the writings of 
Rowland E. Robinson, whose home was in that 
vicinity. Next day we proceeded along under 
the shadow of Split Rock Mountain, passing 
Essex and Willsborough Point opposite Burling- 
ton, where the lake is quite wide and the view 
of the Green Mountains very imposing; thence 
on past Schuyler’s Island until reaching Port 
Kent at the northern extremity of Trembleau 
Mountain we put up for the night and enjoyed 
the views presented. From here stages run over 
to Keesville and Lake Placid. In the morning 
we went by hack over to the Lake View House 
at the noted Au Sable Chasm, and went down 
through its picturesque windings, and finally the 
trip in a pirogue through the lower rapids, and 
then meandered along the cliff back to the hotel, 
where we dined. After dinner, while enjoying 
a cigar on the veranda, I was addressed’ by a 

A CAMP ON 
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had to make some portages about mill dams, at- 
tracting considerable attention and 
numerous inquiries. Again afloat 
rounded into the bay in Lake Champlain with 
Mt. Defiance at the south and Mt. Independence 
at the east, and were presently at the site of 
old Fort Ticonderoga and landing, passed some 
time in inspecting the ruins and in recalling his- 
torical facts incident thereto. Then passing 
around to Addison remained for the night. 
answering 
we soon 
Next morning we took a short run southward 
to have a view of the upper portion of the lake, 
then went on to Crown Point, where we took 
quarters for the night. That evening an old 
fisherman invited us to go with him to see how 
he caught fish at night. He had a plank box 
about ten feet long and one foot in diameter, 
with glass well cemented attached to the lower 
end. It was weighted and lowered jnto the 
water from his boat, and then a lighted lantern 
was let down until it rested in the glass com- 
partment. He then chummed the water about 
the box and let down his lines with baited hooks. 
The light seemed to attract the fish and he was 
ere long busy taking them in. At the present day 
it would be easy to use an electric light and 
possibly do away with the box. 
We went on to the ruins of Fort Crown Point 
SHORE OF SPITFIRE POND. 
gentleman who asked if I had toured much in 
the Adirondacks, and on my affirmative reply 
seemed much interested, and calling his wife to 
listen to some of my experiences introduced him- 
self as Richard K. Fox, of the Police Gazette, 
and quite a crowd gathered about during the 
recital, 
At Port Kent we launched our craft and went 
down the western shore, passing the historical 
Valcour Island, and at a late hour reached 
Plattsburg. Next day after a casual look about 
town we passed Cumberland Head and Grand 
Island, had a view through the gut, and passing 
North Hero, etc., finally stopped at Rouse’s 
Point. We then soon crossed the boundary into 
Canada and wended our way down the Richelieu 
until arriving at St. Johns, I was convinced that 
I must shorten the time, and instead of con- 
tinuing on through the Richelieu and then up 
the St. Lawrence, decided to ship boat and bag- 
gage and go by rail direct to Montreal where 
we met some sportsmen who interested and en- 
tertained us and who accompanied us to the boat 
at Lachine on which we had decided to make 
the canal trip around the rapids and through 
Lake St. Louis. Among these genial comrades 
was Stanstead, who has been for many years an 
occasional correspondent of Forest Anp STREAM, 
and who was interested in my wanderings. Our 
boat was inspected and admired. Bidding them} 
farewell we went on board and enjoyed the| 
scenery while the engine did the propelling for} 
a change and to gain time. 
At Coteau Landing we disembarked and re-| 
mained for the night, and in the morning felt] 
refreshed and invigorated and ready for the pull 
up the St. Lawrence, whose broad waters were 
quite in contrast with the streams of the wilder- 
ness. The itinerary of our progress up the river 
and around the rapids by canal would not be 
specially interesting. Suffice it to say that we} 
averaged about thirty miles per day, and at the 
end of the fourth day, after passing among the 
lower portion of the beautiful Thousand Island 
region, we reached Alexandria Bay, that center} 
of attraction for summer guests, where all was}, 
gay and brilliantly illuminated, and stopped for| 
the night. | 
Getting an early start we enjoyed the interest-|, 
ing views about and among the islands, all of} 
which was new to Andrew, and reached Clayton |, 
in time for dinner. There I met some old ac-| 
quaintances who insisted on our posing for a 
photograph, Andy with boat on yoke upon his 
shoulders and I with pack on back and rod case |; 
in hand, just as we had gone over many a mile), 
of portage, and later sent us copies as souvenirs. 
We then embarked, and Andrew with oars and |, 
I with paddle, as we usually worked, although), 
occasionally changing places for rest, made a}; 
straight pull for Cape Vincent and steered for |, 
the boat house where my old bass fishing guide, | 
Charley Boylan, held forth. By good luck he| 
was there, and I at once engaged him for a 
week and told him that as soon as we could get 
supper I wanted to go over to Reed’s Bay near 
the head of Wolf Island, have one hundred min- 
nows, put in two pairs of oars and our paddle. 
“All right,” said Charley, “but I am going 
to try that Adirondack boat a bit.’ } 
“That will be O. K., provided you part your 
hair in the middle, sit still, and be ready to| 
start as soon as we get back.” 
We went over to the hotel and obtained a, 
good supper, and on our return found every- F 
thing in readiness and started at once with the). 
two guides at the oars and myself at the paddle) 
and steering. We made a quick run of about 
seven miles to the portage over which we hauled| 
the boat on sticks laid parallel for about thirty Ih 
rods into Reed Bay and were at about 9 o’clock | 
rounding up before Conley’s fishing resort. I), 
took my cornet and played Jim’s favorite tune, 
and soon he came to the dock with a welcom- 
ing hail, and in answer to my query said that 
the bass were taking bait. We arranged for anj, 
early start next morning, and having two split], 
bamboo rods, I rigged the heavier one for An- 
drew and the other for my own use, having a 
nine-foot leader upon which were looped three 
assorted bass flies with a live minnow trailer, 
and weighted with a one-eighth ounce sinker. 
As Andrew was an expert trout fisher, but had| 
never caught or seen a black bass, I had him|. 
let out about seventy-five feet of line as Charley 
slowly rowed, and it was but a little while ere|. 
he had a strike. I coached him in the hand- 
ling, and although it proved to be an active 2% 
pound fish, and broke water a number of times, 
he brought it safely to the landing net, much 
to his satisfaction, and he meant it when he ex- 
claimed: 
“I don’t wonder any more, Mr. W., why you ; 

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