Morning journal and courier., 1882-09-13
CORRESPONDENCE.

Trip up the Rangeley Lakes-Bea rs
 and Blueberries-Good Fishing and
 Good Fare-A Day on Little kenneba-
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 CAMP GRANT, KENNEBAGo LAKE, }
 Wednesday, Sept. G.
 DEAR CoURIER-This is not our first season at this most delightful spot at the mountain lakes of Maine, but it is certainly the most enjoyable one. Leaving New Haven one week ago, we met our companion Doctor O. with all his traps, at Hartford, and after the usual delays which all travellers are sub ject to arrived at our last stopping place by rail, Bryant's Pond, little village on the Grand Trunk railroad about half days ride from Portland. Here Concord stage is taken and ride to Andover of about twenty miles follows. Andover is 8 very pretty lit tie town and much enjoyed by ladies and children for it's pure and bracing air and beautiful mountain scenery. At Andover we miss the effects of the drought and find green pastures, green corn and plenty of apples, the trees hanging loaded full. By the way, large quantities of sweet corn are every year raised in Maine. It is of the best quality and is canned at Portland At Andover they have very clear toned bell and when rung it be heard for long distance from mountain to mountain The bell ringer rings it week day mornings at 6 o'clock for the good people to go to work Sometimes he forgets it and is twenty minutes late
 We stopped at the Andover House. kept by A. w. and F. P. Thomas, and found an obliging landlord and good cheer Frank Thomas is guide and out with party MT. A. w. Thomas takes us and our baggage by blackboard to the south arm of Richard son Lake, where we are to meet our little steamer Welokennebacook for ''the Middle Dam." MT. Thomas drives daily buck board mail to and from the lake. It is the only daily mail. It is a most delightful ride | of twelve miles up and down the mountain and replete with wild scenery. No wagon | but a blackboard, and heavy one at that, 1 could stand the drive to the arm of Richard son Lake. It Is S6O feet rise from Andover On the way to the lake we stop for few mo- ! ments at Rumford, little village. At this l place we met a blackboard load of young 1 men on the way home. MT. Thomas after ward told us that they had camped out at Black Brook, wild spot few miles this | side of the arm of the lake, and that we would pass their camp. MT. Thomas also said the party had intended to camp out | longer, but were frightened out by wild ami malls coming down to the brook at night | This was hard for us to believe when we saw the heavy log camp, although it was @ wild spot. Almost every one up this way we'll knows that if you a bear he is getting | away as fast as he can.
 At last after pretty good shaking up we arrive at the arm of the lake and take our I little steamer for the celebrated Middle Dam, 1 where so many big fish have been caught | but we didn't catch any. The water was too warm and, besides, the only boat on part | of tho best fishing ground was taken by a party of gentlemen who were waiting for the | fish to rise for the fly. The Middle Dam of | Richardson Lake is we'll worth seeing It | shows one how the Maine men can build a | great log dam to hold back the great water l supply for the busy mills of Lewiston. But ! we do not stop long at Middle Dam-the place seems lonely. We hurry to get to our | old camping ground on the more northerly | and much higher and far prettier Lake Ken l nebago, about thirty miles above, where we | feel acquainted with the true hearted, honest guides and trappers and where the trout | will rise to the fly at all seasons except when
 the lakes are frozen over. So after one day s
 stop at Middle Dam we take the steamer for
 the Upper Dam on Molechunkamunk Lake,
 another of the Rangeley chain 8 sail of about | twelve miles. At this dam we engage a team
 of oxen to take our baggage over a short | ''carry" to another little steamer Oquossock, Captain Barker. From here we go
 to Indian Rock. Arriving at Indian
 Rock we have "a carry'' of about | II miles to take the steamer Molechunka
 munk for Rangeley City. This was 8 de l lightful walk How thick the blueberries
 were, and also the pretty little white spicy
 berries called the Ivory. But look out now