Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-09-21

Kid and how to put the canoe on our
shoulders, and then he went ahead and
picked out the best path. Then he watched
the canoe so that nobody would steal 1t
while the Kid and went back for the bag
gage. A little further up the stream is
damned again. This time Sam showed us
how to tie all the baggage over our should
ers so that only one trip would be necessary.
l remember particularly the ingenious way
In which he suspended three pairs of long
legged boots and a trying pan around my
neck by string. This method was so in
genious that whenever meditated halt all
six of the boots kicked me simultaneously
and goaded me on, while the string wore a
deep furrow into my sunburned neck.
The stream we were ascending, called the
Narramoosook, leads into Alamoosook
pond, beautiful sheet of water entirely
surrounded by sawmills, all OF which are
financial failures Sam said that there
were several good places to fish in the pond,
and we visited them all. They were good
places if all you want is chance to SIT in
the sun and bake the back of your neck,
which is about what fishing has always
amounted to with me.
BAD LUCK WITH THE ROD.
From Alamoosook we padded up Dead
river till we came to another sawmill
owned by man named Jones. He won it
. in lottery-that is, he won the money
which enabled him to purchase it.
Il tell We, boys" said Jones, in speaking
to US of this acquisition, 81 ought to have
stuck to the lottery. The chances there
amt more'n million to one agin ye, but
this sawmill business in Maine is a sure
thing"
Then we branched off and talked about
fishing, and Jones said that right in front
of the mill man could catch "all the black
bass he wanted" We 6shed there for day
and half, and decided that Mr.. Jones idea
OF the wants of humanity must be exceed
ingly moderate.
After that we went to look for trout
stream. Sam knew just where it was. He
had caught more than he could carry away
there on the occasion of that famous trip six
years before. We followed him over hill
side where there had not been a stream
since the glacial epoch, and eventually
found our way back to the mill. so tired
that the Kid went TO sleep on the saw-car-
riage while the machinery was in motion,
and would have been made into slabs if
something had not broken down just in time
to save him.
THE FIRST TROUT.
The next day we padded four miles up
the stream, at Jones' instigation, and dis
covered the brook for which Sam had been
searching in another part of the county. 1t
was here that 1 caught my first and only
trout If anybody doubts that caught him
he has only to visit the spot and he will find
the fish hanging on tree.
I was standing on two stones in the mid
die of the brook when the trout took hold.
''struck" for all 1 was worth; both feet
slipped off the stones, and as 1 sat down
violently in deep hole just behind me I
caught glimpse of the trout, and my rod
alighting gracefully on branch which pro.
jected over the merry, babbllng stream.
They are there yet, so far as know
As for me, am at present driving nv
clothing in log cabin a mile from Jones'
mill and forty from civilization. I learn
that Jones is going to drive over to some
town where there is postofice, so this letter
may get out of the woods. / shall remain
here till I have invented way to make
Sam DO his share OF the work on the way
down the river. The difficulty of the task
leads me to believe that may be here when
the snow. flies HOWARD FIELDING