Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-09-17
Outside Point of View

Dr.. Kennedys Place" somewhere
in wisconsin,. Sept 8, 190S.-Dear
George: When l last wrote you we
had arrived here on our way to "the
POOP to get those brook trout. The
man that wants solitude can get 1t in
big chunks here. Imagine an extra
large story and a half log cabin. Floors.
windows and furniture to agree. Then
matched hay log stable, one or two
other small log cabins, all these on a
hill with a small opening in the for
est, and 200 feet away a lake not fishe1
by fifty people in a year. Tied by a
long rope, jumping like calf, is q pet
fawn, captured in the woods a. few
weeks ago. AS I write three of the
silliest looms are laughing as one dives
and fails to get his fish. Surely if
solitude has charms. We ought TO be
happy.
/ Yesterday after an early breakfast,
we loaded the boat into one of the
wagons, and started for the Pool. three
miles away. There was a trail for a
mile, then path for another mile, then
the woods for half mile, and here
began the portage. Pronounce It
.sportarge" when you tell about It.
Charles and Bob took the front end
of the boat and the guides the stern.
The Colonel carried the fishing tackle
and Pop some of the cooking utensils.
Up hill and down, over dead logs thru
boys and swamps, was the course.
Meanwhile we had the first experience
with Wisconsin mosquitoes They lit
orally swarmed about US. They slipped
the bite No More" off our necks, faces
and hands, as tho it was nectar.
Charles, the muscular, is thin-skinned
and in five minutes he looked as tho
he had broken out with the smallpox.
His sire, the Colonel. in slapping at
several hundred on the back of his
neck, ran one foot under a convenient
root, Immediately threw four steel rods,
landing net and few other little
things, 300 feet in the air, came down
and bumped his head on pine log,
then got up and made few remarks
appropriate to the occasion. Pop
missed hard ground and ran one leg
down into some fearfully could water
and black mud, then immersed the
other one in balancing himself. F1nal.y
at the bottom of a big hill, thru the
trees we saw water, it was the long
sought pool.
Talk about solitude, "this was the
worst" DR.. Kennedy's place" is
busting, giddy city in comparison,
You would call it pond, down east.
Say an, eighth of a mile long. halt as
wide. surrounded by swamp, with
heavy underground of bush, not over
four feet deep, excepting one deep
hole. and the bottom curious tan
colored ooZe. Out of each end OF the
pool run trout brooks, one into the
Mississippi the other north to Lake
Superior. There You find the pool. The
water is as cold as any ice water you
ever drank, and the springs that ror-
nish this water, year in ana year OUT
keen an even supply for the Dfooks
two feet deep and four TO SIX zee.
vida All this we saw on arrival. But
we were astonished to see TWO ios
RATS each with a comtoftaole sea-
three feet wide. floating up ana down
the water. Somebody else had peeu
here. We'll, we finally got the ooa'
in the water. The Colonel took one
raft. Bob the other. while Chafles am
pom got In the boat. an five minutes
were knew what these RATS were ioi
Remember this pool is only three OF
| fo,,r feet deep and you can see PIT
on the bottom of it. The sun Wa: