Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-21

beat the rivers into yeasty white for miles.
They cross great lakes in their boats laden
deep with tents and duffie. and there. four
or five miles from shore. try conclusions
on the way with the fish despite the fact ,
that in those northern lakes Wild storms
start in the turning of a hand and that
within quarter on an hour the smooth. &
peaceful plain of water may be upheaving
in seas that tax the lake steamers.
No, there Is no place in the world where
man won't go for fish. have seen 4
them ploughing through the vast waters !
off Block Island. half drowned. trolling for 1
bluefish when the coasters and the pilot
boats were stripped almost naked and scud- I
ding for shelter. have seen them anchor !
off the dreaded Romer shoals with half a
gale blowing from the south, and lie there
fishing so close to the laundering bar that
the rollers that ran by them began to curl
and break almost under their keels. | have
seen them push out into a northern lake
In ffty-pound canoes through 4 that
brake clear over a pier ten feet high.
Typical Trip for Fish.
Last season two Indians were taking a
man up one of the Canadian rivers BOUND
for famous pool below a great cascade.
The river raced black and, deep, through
tall, sheer rock walls. presenting a dupn-
| cate in miniature Of the Niagara gorge.
Two or three miles ahead sounded the eter-
nal roar OF the waterfalls. Suddenly as
the canoe turned a projecting precipice the
cascade opened out. and the Indians grunt-
ed with vexation, for at the same moment
drive of logs began to come down.
Tossing, Impending, smashing, grinding,
bobbing, they came like "a crazy herd. took
the thirty-foot plunge, crashed into the
pool below and swept whlrling toward the
canoe.
But we've simply got to get through"
said the sportsman. I've not come all
this way to be fooled here"
Might smash canoe. If so, you drown
sure. Can't swim 'mongst dem Devils
said the other Indian.
I'm take the chance, If you will said
the angler cheerfully.
The Indians grunted and sent the canoe
flying straight toward the wild turmoil OF
logs and water. Logs drove at them right
and left. Logs dtved deep. shot ,Ong like
submarines and rose under the craft
The paddles thrust here and there like
lightning, and again and again a battering
ram of darling timber was avoided by less
than the thickness of the skin of the birch
bark canoe.
For two hours the Indians fought to push
the craft through less than a thousand
feet of broken water. Then they reached
an eddy where there were no logs and the
first stage of their journey was ended.
The Remainder of the Journey.
The rest of this trip of COMMEMORATIVE
| recreation" was equally peaceable and
calm. Rising from the eddy was a hill,
tilted at angle Of 20 degrees. and neatly
covered with pointed loose rock. Up this
face the canoe. tents and other dufIie had
to be carried. Then came a stretch of up
per rapids, against which the boat had to
be showed for a mile or more.
After few more miles the river opened
into round lake, seven miles across from
any point to any other point. The lake
lay like glass, with the shores reflected in
it. when the voya gers pushed into It. When
they were exactly in the middle OF it they
were in a gale with sea after sea breaking
over them SO that one man had to bail con-
tinually with the camp kettle while the
other two padded frantcaly.
A score of times it seemed as If the next
roller was bound to swamp them; but they
didn't swamp-until they were within fifty
yards of shore. That night they dried their
camp Kit end the other objects that they
had recovered. Next day they pushed four
teen miles further. There for three days
the sportsman fshed under the lifs OF cas-
cades. in the middle of fierce rapids and IN
every wild place where a fish might be.
When he returned to civilization his record
12-pound muskellunge ana about
thirty black bass, not one Of which was
larger than any bass that he might have
taken within a hundred yards Of the placs
from which he started. But he was salts
fed, just the same
It's the game of getting the fish, not the
fish.