Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-08-30


ing waters that rapidly pour down over
the many rocks above the falls at this
place Our destination that day was
up Katahdin steam, where two miles
in from the river the water has a 20
feet cascade-like fall forming an ice
cold pool from which trout can be
hooked as fast as one desires.
ITO reach the foot of the slide where
the mountain climb begins necessitates
walk of six miles from the river up
a gradual slope, where in a small lean
to birch camp the night can be passed,
then in the morning with nearly per-
pendicular climb of about mile up the
slide you reach the top of the noun
tain from which the view is said to be
grand and magnificent enough to pay
for the tattered clothing, the delapi-
dated boots and tired limbs. Fly Rod
made her first visit to its top the last
of July, and quite number of women
ventured up the lofty peak last season.
If one does not care to so quite as far
into the wilds for an outing, the ice
Merry mountains and lakes, or Nah
makanta offer special destinations Of
their own. We are satisfied with our
Pockwockamus locality, as the river is
not very broad or deep and it makes
an excellent and safe spot for the chill
dren to either canoe or battle in We
get plenty of white perch in the river,
but before August the trout get back
up into the streams that flow down
from the mountains. so we have the
a days trout fishing.
About two miles above our camp, on
phenomenon showing natures handi-
work in fashioning granite. A huge
monumental looking stone shaft about
10 feet square at the base and 40 or so
feet long lays there near the falls and
looks as though it had been quarried
correctly tapered and pointed off at the
top all ready to be raised, while scat
tered around close by are a quantity
of immense smooth slabs of granite
that one would suppose had been sawed
off from other great blocks of stone
ready to be shipped to market.
Evidently canoeing is developing into
a very popular pastime, and many col
lesc boy starts off with his chum to
paddle their own canoe up through
the wlds of Maine. They certainly
look as though they were getting out
all their was in it as they paddle by
with barred head and arms. sunbumed
faces. bowie-knives and revolvers in
their belts ana a happy so lucky
manner in their every movement but
they are sometimes startled by our
anus, Palace Pockwockamus, never go
by without stopping to talk with us.
I'm the fall the sportsman finds
canoeing the only means of getting back
into the shallow waters Of this vast
region that has so lately been made easy
of access by the building OF the Bangor
& Aroostook railroad and from the
number of moose reported this summer
it is evident that the shooting season
Ail tally way ahead in point of num-
bers killed, of any previous year.
How far did you say this Gold brook
was above your camp?" our reported
asked?
only about half mile. There may
be a second "Klondike" gold fever set
in up there some day. although one
canoe full of gold is all that is said to
have been taken out as yet. The legend
is that years ago an Indian found gold
enough there to fill his canoe, and
while trying to run down over the falls
below he not only lost his gold but his
life as WELL AS it is not reported that
any of the gold was ever washed
ashore, | don't know as | would advise
any of the disappointed Klondikers to
spend very much time searching for
the yellow metal Whereabouts.