Year: 1867

crlption from the Mcriden Recorder to l which it was contributed by the Rev. w. Il. H. Murry of that place, late minister of the Congregational Society at Washington Ct We hope the gentleman succeeds as we'll in his fishing for men at Meriden as in his fishing for trout at the Adirondacks l1 AMONG THE ADIRONDACKs.

 At five o'clock in the after noon, after three hours of constant strug- gle with the current, We burst our way through mass of alder bushes and marsh

 grass, and behold, the lake lay before us. Wet from head to foot, panting from my recent exertion, having eaten nothing since seven in the morning, and weary l from ten hours steady toll, 1 felt neither weariness nor hunger as I gazed upon the scene. Shut in on all sides by mountains, mirrored from base to summit in its placid bosom, bordered here with fresh green grass, and there with reaches of golden sand, and again with patches of lilies, whose fragrance, mingled with the scent of balsam and pine, filled the air, tic lake ! reposed unruffled and serene.

 Iknow of nothing which carries the mind so far back toward the creative period as to stand on the shore of such sheet of water, knowing that as you behold it, so has it been for ages. The water which laves your feet is the same as that which flowed when the springs which feed it were first uncapped. No rude ax has smitten the forests which grow upon the mountains; even the grass at your side is as the parent spire when commanded by Him who order eth all to bring forth seed after it's kind. All around you it is as it was in the 6egin- ming. know not how long I should thus have stood musing, but for a motion of Johns, which broke the chain of thought and brought my mind back to the practi

 cal realization that we were both wet, hun

 gry and tired. In tho middle of tho lake was large flat rock, rising some two feet above tho surface of the water. Stepping Inoiselessly into our boat, we padded to it and, wringing our dripping garments, stretched ourselves at full length upon it to dry. Oh, the pleasant sensation of warmth which that rock, to which the sun had given genial heat, communica- ted to us. Never was bed of cider down so welcome to royal limbs as was that granite ledge to ours. What luxury to lie and watch the vapor roll up from your wet gar ments while the warm rock gave out it's heat to your chilled body! In an hour we were dry, at least comparatively so, and we held a council Our commissariat was getting rather low. Our stores spread upon tho rock amounted to the following: 2 lbs. of pork, lbs of flour, measures of coffee, 1-2 lb. of tea John estimated that this would last us three days if I had ordinary success with tho rod. ''But what are we to do to-night?" I exclaimed, ''we have 

 gry enough to eat those two pounds of pork alone if I once got fairly at it. and there goes the sun back of the tree tops now?" ''Well unstrap your rod and select your flies, responded he, ''and we will see what we can find. don't mean to have you wrap yourself around that piece of pork to- night any way" 1did as requested For tho tail fly noosed on'a brown hackle, above it l tied killer, and for tho dapper l hitched on @ white moth. Taking the bow scat, John padded straight for the west shore of the lake, and the light boat cutting its way through the ily-pads shot into narrow aperture overhung with bush es and tangled grass, and I saw sight I never shall forget We had entered the inlet, stream some twenty feet in width, whose waters were dark, sluggish and slow. The setting sun yet poured it's radiance through the overhanging pines, fecking it's tide with crimson patches and crossing it here and there with golden lanes. Up this stream, fecked with gold and border ed with lilies as far as the eye could reach

 the air was literally full of jumping trout

 From amid ily-pads, from under the over hanging grass, and in the bright radiance poured along the middle of the stream, the speckled beauties were launching them selves high into the air, Here little fel- low would cut his tiny furrow along the surface after futtering gnat. There a , larger one with quivering fin and open mouth would fling himself high into the , air in bravo attempt to reach passing moth; and again, two pounder, like a miniature porpoise, would lazily rise to the surface, roll up his golden side and, fling ing his broad tail ill the air with a splash , and disappear. Casting loose my flies and uncoiling my leader, I made ready to cast but John, unmindfnl or regardless of the motion, kept the even sweep of his stroke

 Round tufted banks, under overhanging pines, and through tangled lily pads we passed, and at every turn and up every stretch of water the same sight presented itself. At length, sweeping sharply round a curve, John suddenly reversed his paddle and checked the boat, so that the bow stood upon the very rim of Q pool some forty feet across. Dark and gloomy it lay with its surface as smooth as though no ripple had ever crossed it. No one would have guessed that underneath that tranquil surface lay life and sport

 Adjusting myself firmly on my narrow seat, untangling my flies and gathering m my leader, I flung the flies into mid air and launched them out over the pool. The moment their featbery forms had specked the water single gleam of yellow lirht flashed up from the dark depth and a trout closing his mouth upon the brown hackle

 darted downward. I struck and had him A small trout ho proved to be, of only halt 7 a pound weight. After having passed him

 over to John to be disengaged, I again

 launched the flies out, which, pausing a , moment in mid air as the straightened line 4 brought them up, began slowly to settle

 down. but ere they touched the woter, fou1

 gleams of light crossed the pool and fou1

 quivering forms, with wide spread tails

 und open mouthes, leaped high out of wa ' ter. struck and, after brief struggle

 landed two. From that moment the noo : was literally alive with eager fish. The deep, dark water was actually effervesoa6