The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-08-12
ADIRONDACs SCENES.
OFF for Big Tupper-Sporting on Upper Sara
nao-Raquette River-Half-Way Brook
Big Upper.

In CAMP, Bio UPPER LAKE, Aug. z.
1t is dismal, dreary, rainy day here on
Big Upper. The sky is angry with great
lead-hued clouds, and Mount Arab front Is
lowering with huge, broken masses of mist.
One might fancy him old Saturn fled away
from the sunny south to mourn here in
solitude over the loss of his empire, so
chill and detected he stands.
1t has ceased to rain now, but the air is |
full of moisture and the ground so damp |
that even tho great sputtering fire before
our tent cannot drive away the cold and
blues which have seized upon me-
Far out upon the water see my CON-
panions dancing about in our little skiff.
One solitary, struggling ray of the sun, as
though ashamed of its late defeat, las
broken through the clouds and now falls
directly across their path. That boat is the
only bright object to be seen on the whole
surface of the water.
What beautifully dismal scene 1t would
make for Dore's pencil, this great, black
lake, and those mist-crowned mountains,
which seem to spring up from the very
shore, and then yonder fir-clad, half-light
halfshade under the aforesaid sunbeam?
Ugh! how cold it is Neither Plato or
Tennyson can persuade man to be happy
in such weather. Longfellows "Rainy
Day" or one Of Cowper's gloomiest revcr-
les are the only literature suitable TO it. /
declare good "up and down" rain storm
knocks the romance all Ont of sports
mans life. II were rott and had never
seen this country, or had orty seen it under
the smile of a genial sun. | might sing
''honey hearted songs" IL praise. Since
am no poet--tortunate Adirondacks, say
l. But am delaying the account of our
journey.
The first rays of Sol had long glinted
across the bosom of Little ST. Regis when
we took up our departure. Shaking hands
warmly with our host and with "Good
bye" and "Good luck we were off. We
were sorry to leave Smith's-at least was.
The delightful morning rows upon the lit
tie ponds, the attractions of well spread
table and the cool, breezy evenings spent
upon the piazza, lazily watching the flash
of the oars as they dashed the sun-painted
water into thousand ripples, had bound
me to the place more strongly than
thought. But brighter scenes and more
exciting sports were promised ahead and
stay we could not. We must have pre-.
sented queer picture, rugged as were for q
hard 1aunt. Our guide sat at the oars
dressed in a nondescript fashion-a strong
bronzed, manly fellow, born in the woods
and for the woods. The captain, dressed
in hunting shirt and with partridge
feather (his first trophy for cockakc ir
his hat, piled the paddle behind. Myself
dressed also Ia backwoods, crouched on
mass of baggage, calmly Indifferent t.
everything. Indeed, having arisen early
the undulating motion of the boat lullet
me to sleep, to be awakened by the gratin!
of the boat upon the farther beach of tn
i Great st. Regis. Here I'VE made our frs
/
A "carry" has been too well described t,
need further words. Suffice it to say, W,
shouldered our guns, lit our pipes, ant
trudged on as merrily as the gnats woult
allow, beguiling the moments with stor.
and song.
BIG CLEAR
is little unpretendiRg pond of wonder
fully clear water but with few other at
fractions to render 1t interesting. 1t
, neither wild nor beautiful. Occasionally
a deer is killed upon its shores, and few
trout taken from its depth, but it held on
no sport to detain our journey. Passin
down its outlet we made another carry O
perhaps quarter of mile and at las
were dancing on the bosom of the
UPPER sARANAc,
1867 feet above the level of the sea. Her
! was beauty unparalleled by that which w
e had hitherto beheld. A strong wind blow
: ing from tho westawas beating the waite
into . miniature ocean. Wave after wav
came Kissing to the beach. All about u
was the "forest primeval," with tree-cla
|, mountains in the distance lifting up the
\ shaggy fronts to heaven.
A HOTEL RUINED BY THE GUIDES.
On our right prettily situated was tn
hotel commonly known as Hough's, an
once famous as resort, but now little fire.
quented. Strange it is too that 1t shout
have lost its patronage-this picturesqu
: inn. Within,a it were,a stones throw {
; the best hunting and fishing grounds offe
ed by this part of the south-woods, an
situated upon the most widely celebrate
of the Adirondack lakes, Immediate
fronting the grandest Of lake and mountai
: sceneries, could not but wonder that
n should be so neglected. On iuquiring
n learned from the iguide that it happene
/ through troubles between iis former ownt
!. Hough and the guides, the latter revengiu
e their wrongs, real or supposed, by advisin
parties to shun the place.
, Twas trolling with hundred feet
i line out when the captain, pointing to q
J. object on the water, cried out
r "What's that out there upon the wateri
"That ? that's a loon. A good chance
show what your rifles good for" answere
the guide, smile upon his face. Withol
fear of failure my friend fired.
"I've hit him." cried the captain Joyful
q ly, "blown clear out of the water, /
!. George" ''No you haven't" said the guido
:. pointing to another portion of the watt
:. where the loon was impudently swimmir
4 about. Again and again he shot with II
s same success, until angry and chagrinne
r he laid his rifle down. "Try again, Cal
| try a1o;p ~ or;od tau0h,n1 until tho ton