The Frankfort roundabout. [volume] (Frankfort, Ky.) 1882-1908, 1892-08-06

referred the officer to our list sent
forward, and with glance at our
tackle he passed on. AS the cars
finally began to move, our two part.
ners returned With the statement
that depositing $75 on the list OF
articles, including several dollars
duty on coffee and canned fruits, we
were checked through. One official
smilingly remarked, II don't suppose
you have any cough medicine in your
trunks, but up where you are going
you will need sometimes to drink
your water with a straw" Our
emissaries "tumbled," smilingly and
invited the officials to visit our camp.
They promised. The $50 is to be re-
turned as we go back-less the
amount of duty.
Our destination was Thessalon, a
small town on Lake Huron. Here we
found several wagons in wait for us
as per directions, and loading up, at
O'Clock american time) we began
a ii mile ride over hill and valley, by
woodland, lake and stream, for our
camping place on Big Eastwood Lake.
Canadian time is just one hour earlier
than American time. Two O'Clock
in America is three o'clock in Onta-
rio.
En- route, about O'Clock, we were
treated to the most magnificent dis
play of the aurora borealis ever ex-
pect to see again. The heavens, above
and north ward, were filed with long
lines of flashing light, appearing and
disappearing, moving in long scintil-
lating columns, breaking away in
lines of frosty needles, succeeded by
orange, crimson, yellow and other
rainbow colors. The center seemed
to be in the zenith, from which, like
fiery squadrons, the brilliant rays of
light appeared to dart toward the
horizon, or march in serried ranks
parallel to the earth. Our path and
surrounding objects were lighted up
with conspicuous clearness, almost
equal to day. This apparent violent,
but silent, CONFUSION of natare-un-
rolling with volcanic speed, yet so
vast in area, inspired everyone with
feelings of awe. For over an hour
the magnificent spectacle was visible
apparently so clear above our heads
as to leave the impression that the
movement of our wagons had some
thing to do with the agitation of the
waves of light, yet it, no doubt, was
thousands yards away.
1t was near midnight when we
reached Big Eastwood Lake. We
reused settler OH its banks-a sort
of hermit Englishman-and at his in
vitation made ourselves at home in
his house for the night. He is an odd
sort Of individal whom we have
titled, "Jibbenanosey, or Nick of the
Woods.n His house is a perfect curl
osity shop, full of every sort of fish
ing tackle and hunting gear, ten
varieties of guns, pistols, Indian
skulls, tomahawks, pictures, air
pumps, medallions, stuffed animals,
books, robes and deer skins, COM
passes, eye glasses, stereopticons, an
wills, cooking untensils, hammers,
telescopes, &c. Beside his house is
the grave of his favorite dog, cover
ed with flowers, and on the tree
above is an embossed epitaph of his
virtues, with an envenomed thrust
that he was poisoned by ''neighborly
hands" Our English friend is in
telligent and has treated us kindly.
Our tents are pitched at his door, we
use his kitchen stove, and he is
guest at our table.
AS for fishing-the object we travel
ed these 700 and odd miles-we haveno
lack. Black bass are so abundant,
we only fish as the desire urgently
prompts. Our score in the past ten
days foots up $40 black bass, small
mouth, running from IA to pounds,
besides wall-eyed pike, trout and
pickerel. Were we fish hogs we
could easily have doubled the score.
The water is remarkably clear, quite |
cold, and the lake picturesque, most |
of the banks rocky, abrupt and COW
cred with beautiful moss. Big Bass
wood Lake 1t 8 miles long and from
one to two miles wide. It has been
to a depth Of 600 feet. It's
shore line is Irregular, with rocky