Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1921-06-01

Miss Florence Minis Visits.
Lake Vermillion in North
ern Minnesota.
Dear Advertiser:
Lake Vermillion in the north of
Minnesota, derives it's name from the
refection of the red sunsets in the
water. 1t is one of the largest lakes
in Minnesota, being thirty-fve miles
long with shore line of one thou
sand miles.
| It contains tree hundred and sixty
five islands. This place seemed worthy
of giving an entire day to, so about
forty-five of the faculty left Aurora
at six-thirty Saturday morning in
the school omnibuses and cars, and
drove through the country about
twenty-five miles to Tower, which is
situated on the shores of Lake Ver=
million. Here we took two motor
boats and rode about twelve miles up
the lake, winding around islands and
by wooded shores to fishing lodge
where we climbed from the boats and
unloaded our food supply and fishing
tackle.
Certain members of the party were
detailed for kitchen duty for dinner,
and others for supper, and each had
his or her share of the labor. When
the dinner call was heard, you might
have seen some climbing from the top
of the boat where they had been fish
ing, others returning from sight-see-
ing excursions along the shore, and
still others from canoe rides, and sud-
denly we all found ourselves in a
sort of Belgian breadline with appe-
tites which could not truthfully have
been called dainty.
have often wondered what could
be the peculiar fal alcination about fish
ing, and 1 forthwith determined to
bring up into the light of day some
pickerel or pike from the bottom Of
the lake. Anglers were sitting on
the top of the boat, and I climbed up,
thinking as I did it that I might be-
come food for the fishes instead Of
! their feeding me, had fallen into the
water held the long line iinsa most
unskilled, unprofe fessie1ai manner, and
suddenly, in about three minutes Z
felt something heavy clinging to the
end of my line. 1 was as frightened
as the fish, I know, and though I had
felt really sorry for the helpless
things as they were thrown up on
the shore, had no sympathy for this
one, so great had been my pride in
securing it.
One angler held my line, and an
other my fish, while took it from the.
hook and another held the fish while
climbed down, so that was quite
too helpless to fish very long, I re-
quired the services of too many peo-
pie to land me and the fish safely on
the shore. 1t was pickerel, and that
name will forever after have charm
for me, being the name of the first
fish 1 have ever caught. In fact, I
think pickerel must be about the best.
kind of fish that exists.
Though pike and pickerel we're
plentiful, the mosquitoes were more
so, and I started an aggressive war
fare against them. In fact still
bear the marks of the conflict with
them.
In the morning and afternoon
while the sun was still high, the lake
looked like any other large body Of
water surrounded by indented shore
lines. and though 1 had heard the
lake was magnificent, I did not think
so until the sun set, and then the
sky and the water were transformed.
Late in the afternoon, we spent
a long time in boats, and the water,
looked as though mammoth paint.
boxes had been spilled carelessly into
the lake, so that the paint ran togetb-,
er in a riot Of colors.
The birch trees lined the Shores.
their lacy leaves and white bark mak-
ing them the most beautiful of trees.
AS we came up the lake in the.
morning, we passed an Indian man
and woman in a birch bark canoe.
gliding gracefully over the water.
There is an Indian government school
on Lake Vermillion near Tower.