The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1890-03-06
Its Business And The outlook For The
Coming Year.

giants of the While Mountains.
But by far dearer to me is the journe,
to the west across the Notch As yol
reach the top, the eye rests upon broat
stretch of wilderness, extending for mile
in every direction. Half way down
where half dozen brooks gather,
have camped each year for weeks at /,
time. No sound, save the rustl of leai
and the rush of the mad, leaping waters
with an atmosphere waited into the face
such as Kings or Emperors, in theil
gorgeous palaces, never breathe. | take
my rod; l fish for miles-north, south
east or west. l cross no cl, airing ant
pass over no boundary line. follow the
main branch, which is the head-waters OF
the Battenkill, two miles tG the north
cross slight ridge, alight upon the head
waters of the Otter Creek, fish it down
another two miles, until | arrive at that
Incompatible sheet of water, Buffom
Pond. All of this time | have been travel.
ing due north, and have not left the
bounds of my native town, or been within
two miles OF a clearing. | might have
gone south with nearly the same result
When reach Buffom, / am therei Where;
in Paradise, or as near Paradise as
can well get on earth. Time and again
have travelled the Adirondacks, but there
is nothing there in that magnificent re-
geion to surpass it. With hard. stony
shore and bottom, all around is the virgin
forest, as yet unpoluted by the touch of
man. Mr.. Criffith's hand should wither
when he first strikes the blow that is to
break the charm. The heavy, dense fir
trees, crowd in on all sides in the vain
endeavor to fill the watery space. You
shout, and the woods echo ana re-echo
your voice until it reaches the mountains
that surround you upon all sides, but no
ear, save the ear of the sportsman, catches
the sound. Everywhere is nature, Just as
the Creator made it-wild, strong, full,
running over, romantic
One cannot stay here but short time
and not get hungry. You don't get alarm
ed, friend, or bring in with you your stale
cooked provender. Nature has made
ample provision. In those deep, still
waters, floats meat fit for the gods, and
such, ween, as the gods very seldom
get-rich, fire-red, just large enough to
spin the reel and set the nerves all a
quiver as you draw them o,tt-these
speckled, smooth skinned beauties, are
ahead of anything which Jay Gould can
purchase with his two hundred millions.
For over twenty years l have visited this
regeion annually, and never yet failed to
get my fill, and those only who have been
with me can have any idea whatever what
that means. And l can truthfully boast
of sport obtained right here in my native
state, unique, unexcelled, even by your
Maine or Canadian professional. Stand
ing upon well balanced raft, and moored
in water twenty feet deep, four times in
succession l have hooked with my sever
Cd ounce rod three trout at time, weigh
ing from four to sixteen ounces each
at the last cast the fourth hook was taker
by sixteen ouce bull-head. have fol
lowed up wild stream, unfished since
l left it the year before, stood at the foot
of round basin ten feet across, and laiG
out, one by one, upon the bank, as my
wife cast them quivering towards me
twenty-seven plump, fat, legal trout
For nearly week at time have camp
ed, with ladies, in the heart of this wild
erness, with only the ground for floor
and bark roof (all open in 'front.' for {;
cover; and carried in hardly more than :
single loaf of cooked food. have myself
kput upon the bark table, steaming hot
ready for simultaneous consumption, wei
cooked trout, pork, pancakes, potatoes
maple syrup and coffee. Well, you only
who have been there know what it means
with only the open fire to cook over
Outsiders can have no more idea of i
than crocodile has of music. Often
have gone for months without meal o.
victuals, although have one of the bes
cooks in the parts at the head of m.
household. l go through the ceremon,
of eating, and manage to dispose of
large amount of fodder, yet only when
get back to the old camp and come il
after hard days tramp, with fire tt
kindle, trout to dress, and supper to get
with its aroma tantalizing my nostrils, dt
l feel like eating But mind one thing
someone else washes the dishes, or els'
they go until morning. q
7" And now comes still Evening on,