, 1876-12-23
TROUT FISHING.
SOMETHING ABOUT THE GEN
TIE Art.
WHERE WILL WE GO TO WET A FLY I

TIE Art.
WHERE WILL WE GO TO WET A FLY
There is fascination about camp
life that entrances you after the first
attempt. When the second call is
made, the memory of the old-time
freedom steals over you and you
cannot resist the invitation to drop
all cares of business and HE away to
the stream that ripples over moss
grown rocks and foams across the
fallen trunks of forest kings. When
the Spring has fairly opened, you
begin to inspect your flies and over
haul your tackle. You see the yell
low buds on the willows and hear
the hoarse croak of the
WILD GEESE
Flying northward, and you cannot
resist the temptation to throw your
fly into the bubbling streamlet, in
search Of the wary trout. The wa
ters, that are tributary to Puget
Soand are all full of these delicate
fish, more especially the Snohomish,
Skagit and Nisqually. The latter
stream is fed by McAllister's
lake, where the average Olympian
goes to procure his mess of the fin
ny game. Gen. VIM. McMicken,
Jas. B. Pray, Thomas Whiting, A.
G. Harker and J. NJ. Ryerson are
among the favored sons of Izaak
Walton in that locality and can al
ways take a visitor to some place
where full basket will be his re-
compense.
THE sNoQUALMIE FALLS
Will be the great summer resort Of
the anglers, when We are are gone
over to the majority. There in the
water-drip of SHOWS that are eternal,
fed by the springs that pour from
mountains crowned with the temp
ests of untold centuries, are streams
that will TEEN with the silver trout
when our arms are nerveless to ply
the rod. That will be the Niagara
of the North, in the days when Seat
tie is city of twenty thousand peo-
pie. They will reap the pleasure of
idleness and luxury over the very
grounds where our pioneers endur-
ed their severest hardships and ex-
pended their most precious toll.
GRAvELLY LAKE,
Near Steilacoom, will be another
temporary abode of wealth and lux
ury. In all the famed summer re-
sorts of the Eastern States, we have
seen nothing half so beautiful.
Here is one lovely cottage, owned
by General Sprague, of the North
ern Pacific railroad, while near him
is Ocklahoma Lodge, the abode of
that sterling gentleman, Capt. J. G.
Ainsworth, President of the Oregon
Steam Navigation Company. The
waters of this lake are clear as crys-
tai, and as the tiny yachts sail
across its pellucid waters, the voy-
ayers can see far below them, the
silver-sided trout darting like fall
ing stars through the silvery sheen
of water. Ii a good breeze springs
up, this lake is the finest place ex-
tant for troll with spinning bait,
behind a good sailboat.
UTSALADY LAKE
Is another favorite resort of Wal
tonians in the summer months. It
lies about half a mile from the little
village where once stood a great
mill, whose hoarse voice is now 81
lent, and whose noisy wheels are
still. We climb the steep hillside
and leave the broad Sound out of
sight. The noise of passing steamers
is lost to us, as we hear the drum
drum OF the partridge in the thicket.
Next comes the view of the lake,
hidden amid the emerald woods,
with the cool breezes crisping it into
a silver sheen. Here is another
abode of the wary trout whose vo-
racity gets the better of their dis
cretion. Back of Port Ludlow is
another lake, about five miles off,
where trout can be caught as fast as
we can wet line. The trail is
steep and narrow, however, and he
must be thorough sportsman who
will essay the trip. But for all
that,
A WEEK IN THE WOODS,
Is renewal of vitality in the frame
of the man worn down by the cares
of business. He seats himself upon
some fallen forest giant, fills his
pipe with rare old tobacco, and
looks up at the tall spires of the
rustling cedars. He forgets the
cares and trials of the work-day
world, as he hears the partridge
drumming on fallen log or listens
to the plaintive cooing of the dove
by the streamlet where she lost her
mate. He eats rough, hearty food,
and spreads his blankets upon the
impromptu mattress of cedar boughs.
as he lies down to dream of anew
Arcadia. Half of life's pleasures
are in anticipation, and need we say
that we look forward to our next
summers trout-tishing with an ex-
pectation which will be but half re-
allied? But with so many attract
i've places near US, where shall we
go?