The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-08-24
ADIRONDACK SCENES.
Big Upper Lake-Bog River Falls-Utter
Failure-Sunset on Big Tupper-Broken
Hearted-The Capt. Sums Up-0f for Mar

Big Upper Lake-Bog River Falls-Utter
Failure-Sunset on Big Tupper-Broken
Hearted-The Capt. Sums Up-0f for Mar
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MARTINS, LOWER SARANAo LAKE.
Notwithstanding the dreariness of the
weather, we slept well in camp on Big
Topper, and arose joyous and expectant.
For was not Bog river ahead5
Enticed by an extravagant description OF
Bog river falls-by the promise of beauti-
full scenery and exciting sport (enly
al VA l,S.n.iuiI ~ tuat iiIidSi uai pal al
disc A hundred miles into this wilderness
of lake, forest and mountains we had pene-
trated, yielding not to the temptations
offered by numberless lakes and streamets,
and scarcely hating for the refreshment
which nature demanded. For always be-
fore our eyes was the FL Dorado of our
hopes shedding brilliancy far transcend
ing that of the vision of good Sir Galahad
At last we had reached our goal "Laud
love us, wat go" as Dundreary would
have said. The fairy scene which imagi.
nation had pictured, the awe-inspiring
mountains, the grand old forest, the en-
chanting retirement of the place which
fancys brush had painted on the canvass of
our minds were realized-by what? A
barren, stony hill-a stunted underground
of poplars and the decaying remnants
mill,
"The last sad relics Of once glorious (?) past"
and the falls which, with our minds eye,
we had seen rushing with mad velocity
against the jagged rocks-careering boil
ing, foaming, struggling in Its downward
course-raciDg on-on-on-
"A macdening whirl OF waters"
till they blndly leap into the broad, calm
bosom of the lake, where were they? And
the column of rising mist which, as the pill
lar Of cloud that hid from Egypt's host the
fleeing 1sraels, should veil the secthng
water; where was it.? Gonel swept away
by single glance, to be replaced by pal
try DAM
But there was no time to waste with use
less regretting. Armed with rod and reel,
four flies temptngly displayed on glisten-
ing leader, we pursued our laborious sport.
For hours the air whistled with the gyra-
tions of our lines. For hours the dam was
darkened by a multitude of clubs. Trout
Do not speak OF them. Dsheartened,
wearied and disguised We sought our skiff.
Dinnerless, supperless, our labors unre-
warded imagine our misery. AS we fitted
the oars to the locks many were the
muttered curses hurled at the head of the
unlucky divine, who, doubtless, in his
study was penning his Sunday discourse
unconscious of the wretchedness of
which he was the author A gloomy 81.
lence surrounded us, broken only by the
click and splash of the oars or the lap-lap
of the water against the bow of the boat.
For an hour we rowed thus silently
along, each wrapped in his own individual
revery. For my part was gloomy enough.
Why was l here? What could have en-
ticed me from the luxurious pleasures of
civilized life? What possessed me to I'M
dergo the disagreeablenesse Ito say the
leasD Of this nomadc life 4? Could not
have wet my feet in the family wash-tub,
imported some mosquitoes from the Jersey
flats and set my back aching over the saw
horse and been as supremely happyp But
there came to the defense of my foolish
ness the memory of the beautiful lakes and
rivers, the weird, wild night passed upon
the shores of the Raquette, and left me
doubtful whether had done well or not.
While balancing between yes and no cry
of delight from the captain aroused me.
We ceased rowing, and gazed where his
fingers pointed That had been able to
paint the sight which met my eyes
SUNSET ON BIG UPPER.
Though shall not be able to describe II
in all Its glory, l can never forget 1t. Ina
notch of the mountains, where on either
hand two rugged peaks uplifted their piny