The sun., 1919-06-08

this time OF the year Astounding with
beautiful scenery and poor roads, we
motored through Albany, Schenectady,
Amsterdam and Johnstown, spending a
few days In the latter place TO rest, visit
and anticipate the wonderful fishing
promised in the Adirondack
Leaving Johnstown and Glovefsville.
world centres for glove manufacturing,
about 3 o'clock OF a rainy afternoon, we
struck out for Spectator. N. Y. one OF
the many gateways to the Switzerland
OF America, Following the course OF
the Sacagnnda River thorugh North
VILE to Wells, we travelled over State
roads through a wonderfully pretty
country. We were in the foothills OF
the Adirondacks and filled with citation.
The slight rain and low hanging clouds
gave a sombre picturesqueness to the
narrow valley through which we were
passing. From Wells we left the good
road and travelled upward along FL
bow Creek, small winding stream
which crossed and recrossed our road
several times. These words Of William
Cullen Bryant occurred to me:
'I wind about, and in and out, with
here blossom sailing,
And here and there lusty trout and
here and there a grayling."
Only Bryants stream was in the
Berkshires and the month was probably
June, but William Cullen Bryant was
an angler as well as poet and knew
where to find the lurking trout.
Arriving ut Spectator at 8 p. NJ, we
found comfortable quarters at the Adj.
rondack House. hunted UP our gut 70.
made out a list OF provisions to he
supplied at the local store and made all
preparations for our trek into the woods
the following morning.
A Guide Familiar with Scott.
To. the uninitiated the necessity Of
procuring a guide may not be obvious,
We were to travel a wide expanse OF
woodland country. many hundred square
miles studded with mountain peaks and
dotted by innumerable lakes.
Most OF this expanse has been wisely
acquired by the State OF New York for
conservation purposes and furnishes a
mighty fishing and hunting preserve.
Here and there on sites selected for con-
venience are crude camps used by those
familiar with guiding and camp life.
These camps are miles apart and could
scarcely be found by an Indian.
We were most fortunate In securing
the services OF splendid guide and
companion, Kenneth Sturgess, a youns
some knowledge of woodcraft and &C
quired more. When 1 tell you that we
found n used copy OF Scott's Lady Of
the Lake" in our camp and that Kenneth
could quote whole cantos OF 1t / need
say no more for his natural taste and
general Information. He was our CON-
panion and guide from the moment we
struck into the woodland the trek In
almost besgars description.
My companion and I. accustomed to
think nothing of a jaunt Of ninety-five
or 100 miles between streams. did not
appreciate the meaning OF the sixteen or
seventeen miles which separated us from
our first camp on Whitney Lake.
Rough Drive Over Historic Road.
Consequently when we appeared in
front OF the hotel and noted with what
particular pains our driver and guide
together fastened our light luggage and
, big box of provisions TO the two seated
| blackboard we thought little Of it. We
| were of
And while IL was still early morning
we were told by our driver. whom ! will
| call Nate. for that was in reality his
| name, that We were two hours late in
| starting. For about five miles We trav-
elled over a somewhat rough road with
cents. At times We would brace our
selves and hold to the blackboard,
even jollied saltwater" about his
| faithful Cadillac that had given US won
derful service always. We arrived al
Jessup River. and leaving the road
struck off onto what our guide told
US was an old military road. built at tho
| time OF the French and Indian war Ny
companion and concluded 1t must have
been built by Columbus prior to that
time.
Here the driver and horses suddenly
| seemed more alert. Surely there was nc
| road. Through swamps. over ooulders
| around fallen trees we went, the horses
knowing their ground better than We
My companion and / were busy holding
on to the wagon and marvelling at the
! great advances made in modern road
building
Following this extinct road for two
\ or three miles fording streams, dod ginR
! trees, sliding over rocks, we came to q
halt. and Nate informed us we were al
Sled Harbor, and it might be best &c
walk over the mountains. We both
| agreed with him. There were not ropes
enough in the blackboard to tie us to It.
saltwater" and l are no novices al
| tramping and mountain climbing, too
as for that Once on terra firma We were
unafraid.
Tramp Creates Appetite.
The remainder OF the distance, some
seven miles or more, We tramped. But
the team with our provisions and lug
| gage went on. Several times with
amazed delight We stopped to OBJ
serve Nate guide his team over what
seemed TO us impossible barriers.
And those horses! Trained to the
minute. they seemed a part OF It and &c
enjoy it acting In exact harmcny
alert, cautious and sure OF foot. (Oul
driver did not even carry a whip.
There always has been a question in m,
mind whether a mans dog or his hors,
Is HIS best friend. Prof. Marsh. In trac
ing the genealogy OF the horse bacl
through the ages, at some places com
pares him in agility TO the fox or tn,
mountain goat. Surely no team o
Rocky Mountain goats could even taxi
this trip with a two seated buckboarJ
attached TO them.
We arrived at our camp on Whitnel
Lake the middle OF the afternoon. slight
ly fatigued and ready for our dinner
Everybody turned in and helped III
guide hurry dinner. The camp, equlppe,
with cook stove and all necessar,
utensils, was put IN order afterward. T.