The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1895-09-27

Maine forests are not frequent here,
and the pulp maker has gone far into
the country clearing 1t OF spruce where
1t has been practicable TO get 1t out.
Lying in between these clustering hills
are beautiful lakes, in many instances
being without inleC or outlet, and evil
IDENTIFY receiving a supply from mex
haustless springs from unknown sources.
To say that this country Is fisher
mans paradise would not be drawing
on the Imagination too much, for In
these waters are found the Spotted
beauties" in countless numbers, and
when they are in the mood of dining
they are not at all particular as to
quality or quantity. An artificial fly
seems to have a magnetic influence over
them, for the moment it lights upon the
water there Is a concerted rush and
as much of struggle among the trout
to see which shall capture the gaudy
fraud, as there is between representa-
tiVes of street pavement companies for
the capture of the city of New Haven,
which isiabout to improve Its thorough
fares. On the name of good pavements
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capture it, 1t soon becomes ques-
ton as to what shall be done with the
catch, the strife keeping on, and it
finally resolves itself in this way: You
make your cast, but in the recovery
try and see how expert you can be
in getting your flies off from the water
without having them hook into a fish.
1t is not infrequent that a fish comes
In sideways or tail foremost, his over.
exertion having resulted disastrously
to him. OF course, as Is always the
case, the largest one is just missed.
The trout, though great in numbers,
are not large as a rule, though you
would not think of saving one much
less than half a pound in weight.
There is a great number of lakes here
within radius of very few miles,
the carries" between them being
generally very easily gone over. in
pleasant weather, consequently if the
fish are not ready in one it is easy to
try another
Your correspondent going into camp,
which in a straight line could not have
been more than thirty miles from the
starting point, crossed over eleven or
twelve different lakes and as many
carries" or, creeks. Taking the branch
road which starts from the little town
called Three Rivers, you are landed
at what You might call the gates of that
paradise before alluded to. Chamber
ing down a thirty foot embankment to
the river below, which is choked here
1of l>x, ~
loggers from last seasons flow and
which will eventually doubtless find
their way into some New Haven family
in the shape of the journal and Cour-
ier' as it is of such material that news
papers are made nowadays, you enter
a double ender," an apology for boat.
You are gratified when you safely reach
the other shore, the conversation not
having been particularly entertaining,
and having been carried on by the two
boatmen in a language which it is not
necessary to inform you was not the
best of French But out you scramble
and like Leander, chamber up the bank,
but not like him to meet the slim daugh-
ter of a fisherman, but rather the young
son of French Canadian, who imme
diately assumes the air of the biggest
man of the place, though actually not
over seven or eight years of age. He
in charge of blackboard with foam
ing, or rather a honey steed attached,
at which he continually yells but with
no apparent effect. No one would have
dared, excepting this peculiar specimen
of precocious backwoodsman, to have
driven such steed with such a We
hicle over such wretched road. But
encouraged with stout stick as well as
wicked shouts of wicked French, the
bunch Of animated horse bones finally
arrives at the end of the road and
heaves a sigh, doubtless of relief, which
is heartily joined in by all excepting the
aforesaid precocious driver. a
Did you ever enter birch bark ca
noe? If not let me simply suggest that
you do not jump in or step on one side
Of it, or you may go through it or under
one side and after your bath out at the
other Just find. the center according
to your best judgment and step in as
though you were about to tread on eggs,
then let yourself down gradually until
you find the bottom and feel as though
you were entering a tub race. Then you
will be all right and after a few hours
you can't move anyway so that there is
no danger. You will get used to it in a
day or so and wonder what made you so
awkward in the beginning. Well, off
you go, your guide now having you in
charge The sensation derived from
your gliding canoe after that terrible
blackboard ride is simply immense, and
as you follow the snake-like course of
the creek you are entranced with the
beautiful panorama of mountain and
woodland scenery passing on either
side. At last the creek broadens AMI
you emerge into a beautiful crystal
lake with mountains encircling 1t so
completely that in a few minutes you
are puzzled as to where you came in.
Their abundant growth of timber and
foliage is reflected in the mirror like
waters doubling them in size and it
seems as though you were floating in
mid air, the regular drip from the pad
die indicating the surface of the lake
only. AS you silently glide along the
hills seem to be drawing closer to you
and finally stop at your very feet as you
reach the opposite shore. Now more