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Identifier: americanangler251895harr (find matches)
Title: The American angler
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Harris, William Charles, 1830-1905, ed
Subjects: Fishing
Publisher: New York : (The Angler's Publishing Company)
Contributing Library: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library

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wifefrom New York, two gentlemen fromSyracuse, a party of six from Williams-port, Pa., one man from Scranton, Pa.,and just missed a Boston party. Our first day at the lakes was at LakeNo. 2, a four-mile paddle for the guide,while we sat in the canoe trailing ourflies for trout. Dinner was cooked at abrooks mouth, where great trout jumpedeagerly for the fly. And such dinners,or was it the appetites ? Where else dosalt pork and coffee, bread and potatoestaste so good as around a camp-fire inthe woods ? And at night the long ridehome, with the ladies, as is their dailycustom, coming down to the landing tosee the trout laid out on the grass, eachboat-load laying its envious string be-side, with proud fishermen declaring /// the Mastis^oiiche Countrv 43 that he didnt fish for count, or if he caribou tracks in the mud, the leapinghadnt lost that big one his string would trout, and then back to the old fireplace,have been the best. The third day to Lake Little William, COo CD 3(V 3- n o c 91
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The second day to Lak au Cap, high with a half-dozen lakes between, a glo-up on the mountain top, and yet higher rious ride, and still more glorious noon-mountains towering above. Here a long time camping-place. Here we delightedsleep at midday in an old bark camp, to come twice afterwards, for the grandthe ample meal, the ampler smoke, the dinner spot—an island with a soft fir- 44 The American Ansler needle covered spot beneath great trees, paddled next day across the lake by with vistas of lake and mountains on a long way home. We shall never for- every side, and the finest fishing close at get Lake Munroe. Dark islands of hand. Here, as at every lake, the spruce sat like gems on its shining sur- guides had built tables and seats of split face, wooded mountains sprang from its cedar, and here, as always, they spread shores, maples tinged with red and ash, great sheets of white birch-bark for wearing a deep hue of coming fall, table cloth, and smaller pieces of the flecked the moun

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