The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1922-06-22

with the head waters of Moose River
Hero we stopped and pitched our tent
and provided for night.
The next day side trip of two
miles was taken to Little and Big Fish
Pond where we found very good fish
ing Our second night was spent at
the river bank where my guide had
made me a very comfortable bed of
balsam boughs.. Our third morning
we started down the Moose River.
1t WIS very beautiful morning and
| never can forget how calm and still
everything WAS. Here and there.
deer were feeding and the huge bull
fregs croaking. the ungainly marsh
| mems and stately herons flying up from
every grassy point and trout rising.
On every bend of the river, the sen
satlon was delightful one. the ever
changing views ahead. the strong
swift water beneath and a glorious
sunset over all Lunch had been
/ served consisting of good new pota
toes boiled in their jackets, trout fried
in pork fat and the balance of corn
bread left from breakfast warmed
| or toasted on stick, and good hot
coffee. Returning to our canoe again
| we continued on our way down the
river content to bask in the warm
sunshine and to lazily watch the timid
! deer dash into the bushes or to note
how the herons rose reluctantly as we
| came too near. Reaching "A point
where cold stream flowed into the
river we landed and while the guide
made plans to camp for the night, |
C1IIRnt nnnliph front far t1pn
! Grin rolled them in corn meal deftly
! and fried them over the bright fire,
while ! lay on the bed of boughs he
! had prepared for me and watched the
bread in the baker gradually chang
ing from white to brown. as the coffee
! luckct sang It's cheerful song. Then
we sat on either ends of a great log
| and discussed the good things and
| smoked in the nrelight listening to
the cry of the night birds and the
gentle swish of the river and the muir
muir of the winds in the frs overhead.
remember laying my pipe aside.
| pulling my blankets about me and
| then all was oblivion until awoko
~ find the sun streaming In softly
through the forest and the morning
mist rising reluctantly from the river.
\ wash in the river. a cast In the pool
with good results, breakfast. and we
we're on, while the day was yet young
md the air full of freshness and
fragrance.
The river banks we're alive with
deer, the trees swarming with birds,
all nature was joyous, and we were
happy, here and there casting our
flies as we leisurely ran along
At noon we entered a back channel
to escape long carry around the
IIolcb Falls and presently we were in
the rear of the comfortable Branch
Camps of Attcan Dinner over, the
afternoon was spent in roaming about
and as the sun sank lower made my
way out on the rocks amid the swirl
ing water and unceasing roar and east
my llies in amongst the white spray
until we had trout enough and good
ones, too, for supper and breakfast.
A night in camp, breakfast, a trip to
some picturesque pond Tor to the
Toby Pondsl and a raid on blueberries
and we were on again. Dinner time
found us on the river bank at Spencer
Rips; Grin prepared the usual meal
of boiled potatoes, sliced and fried
nice and brown. fish rolled in corn
meal and fried in bacon fat and the
usual amount of coffee. Then back
to our canoes again and on our way
down river until we stopped at a
deserted lumber camp for the night.
The next day was our last, the trip
became most beautiful, the river
broader and It's surface more placid
and the scenery more varied. We
loafed along, fishing three streams
and Horse Brook, stopping at noon
and reaching Attean Falls in time for
the evening fishing and supper on the
river bank with the roar of the water
in our ears. Then we padded to
wards Attean Camps with the river
bank uncertain In the light Of the
moon. Time passed quickly and be
fore we knew 1t, the river was blended
into the lake, silver in the moonlight,
the islands here and there indistinet
and vague Straight for the camps
two miles away we steered and pres
emily we saw the moonlight glisten
on the roofs. We are late, our arrival
Is unexpected, no lights are shining
The canoe grated softly against the
wharf. We alighted quickly taking ont
our camp outfit. lifting out the canoe
and turning 1t over, then made our
way up the rocky path.
Good night, Grin l said to my
guide as he left me, Good night, DR..
Sadlier." was the CHEEKY reply as the
door of the guilehouse closed behind
him
Not enc man of twenty in our east
ern central cities who has not visited
Maine, possesses even a fair idea of
what fishing or hunting trip really
has in store for them. What luxury
they may enjoy enroute in vestibule
parlor cars of the Bangor and Aroos-
took to Greenville Jet. where change
S made to the Canadian Pacific where
distance of forty miles Is made to At
team Camps, the gateway of this trip
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Peter Barrett and Clarence Proctor
of Lisbon Falls, who have been spend