The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1865-10-03

ucCG up nliiInB duO various SOCAai lSClC- !
ations, We emerge from ten miles wood
at PM, and alight at the Hallway /
House"-a slightly clearing, which shows
that grass can grow, as well as watsr run
in these parts. A tidier loghouse DO NOR
tai ever entered Its floors and walls and
ceiling were secured till they reflected the
character and Wifely qualities of the tidy
dame who welcomed os. The US mus
kets, on their pegs in the main roonl show. +.
ed US that cabin had been represented in
the great fight. Soon appeared the stur-
dy boys that bore them. We inquired if
two horse thieves had passed that way
a few hours in advance, and we're inform
ed that two gentlemen had The host
himself vas talkativc Yankee, who be-
lieved his farm was paradise. He went
West to live few years since, and return
ed, he said, Oh account Of the winters -.
To hear a man in the heart of deuse
wilderness, where many kinds of savage
game are plenty, where snow blOckades
the way half the year, nestle down into
the warm idea that this Is delightful
place to hybernate, is certainly cheerful.
The outside of the house is ornameOted
with a very ferocious locking bear trap.
The boys say this animal Is abundant in
the woods. Rather aEimating infoI nation
just at uightfall to two humble citizens,
armed with fish hooks, with an endless
wood in front of them. We look bold
aud talk gay. Our box bounds, and We
fy again beneath Nature triumphal arch
the branches clasping above Us. What
causeways Of rest and rsfreshmcrt Tue
SUP is parTied Z long distance from the
earth, aud the light softens TIL the road
looks short before US. We are threading
the summit of q mountain. 1t slopes
either way. We cross one genuine "hog
back" that couples two mountains, and
makes this road possible It's sides are
steep and endless TO our looking. And
we peer out, on the right hand, aud on
the left, upon q vast and caveruQus for
est, uudulating with huge sweeps from
valley to mountain top. After nightfal!,
we reach q house, into which We invite
ourselves, and pass the night. The dwell
er is an intelligent Scotch Yankee. His
walls are papered with the New York
Tribune He asked me if | had ever
seen Greedy He had two sons in the war,
and in the darkest day took his own FIRE.
lock for three months service to protect
the stolid Dutchmen OF the southern bor-
der of his ovn State. He holds all the
Offices iu bis town, and I should Judge
was father Of most all the voters, from the
size Of bis family.
Taking advantage of the first sunrise
of the mornlng,we pressed onward toward
the mill where We were to reudezyos. We
come now and then upon one Of Ole Bulls
NOrwegians, a German Company have
large patent of land here, and are making
roads and inviting settlers Their town
Germania, mot many miles TO our left boasts
of two Teutouic attractions-a iDe brew
cry and a tolerable church. Oar road
begins to give out. Through the assist.
and of q company Of German road makers
highwaymeu they call them here, ue
succeeded in getting our horse il to she!.
ter, pack our luggage on our four backs, .
and commenced the Hearjest march of
all my life without footpath, or a trail
or even blazed trees The creek is our
only compass And at nightfall we reach
a hunters camp. \ rude log pen, on the
bank of the stream, our headquarters for
the sport. We had picked up trout
enough on the way, for supper. Around
q great fire that makes music amongst the
trees and seems very exhiIerating to the
flies, We stretch ourselves for the night.
You won't take cold M city friend
Wet feet 60 not breed consumption here.
In the morning We are all giants. Fish
poles are quickly geared, bait boxes loaded
and the fishing ground divided. : more
fantastic group Of spoTters never Iaved
their feet in a trout brook. Who can
describe days fishing? The brook is
alive with prey, aGd yet a trout demands
certain amocnt Of consideration. Gun
ming, boldnessj patience and skill are nee. +
essary for success. Now your reel plays
lively as your line is snatched taut by
lusty fellow. Oh the bliss of the instant, .
One upon each hook. Come home my
sweet boys There now-here-ah how
musical the fop in your basket. Now,
excited with success, we fling again
caught in a root-plague the luck-wade
in to your middle-looseu your book
and spoil the hole. Again, caugh, in
the branches of tree. Now, w,sliping from
alog on which you are crossing the stream
Having quietly approached ripple, how
you pull them out 4 basket half foil.
The gloom reminds you Of the cabin. 1t
is the shortest day you ever spent.
Now comes the emptying of the baskets
the counting of the trout. Who has
carght the largest Now sit upon stone