accommodation, a brush shanty in the place of our tents.  We rowed about this beautiful sheet of water, exploring its secluded bays and romantic islands, trying experiments with the trout wherever a stream came down from the hills, and trolling for lake trout while crossing the lake.  Near the shore, on the west bank, perhaps half a mile from the falls, is one of the coldest, purest and most beautiful springs that I ever met with.  It comes up into a little basin some six or eight feet in diameter, by two or three in depth.  The bottom is of loose white sand which is all in commotion, by the constant boiling up of the clear cold water.  From this basin a little stream goes rippling and laughing to the lake.  Towards evening we returned to our shanty with abundance of fish for supper and breakfast, taken, as I said, in simply trying experiments as to where they were to be found in the greatest abundance.

If any sportsman who may drift out this way, is fond of taking the speckled trout—­little fellows, weighing from a quarter of a pound down, the same he meets with in the streams of Vermont, in Massachusetts, in Northern Pennsylvania, and.  Western New York, let him provide himself with angle-worms, and row to the head of the lake.  A short distance east of where Bog River enters, say from a quarter to half a mile, he will find a cold mountain stream.  Let him rig for brook-fishing and take to that stream.  If he does not fill his basket in a little while, he may set it down to the score of bad luck, or some lack of skill on his part in taking them, for the brook trout are there in abundance.  Across the lake from Long Island, to the right as you go up the lake, is a bay that goes away in around a woody point.  At the head of this bay, “Grindstone Brook” enters.  It is a smallish stream, and comes dashing down over shelving rocks some thirty feet, and shoots out into the bay among broken rocks, and loose boulders.  The waters of this stream are much colder than those of the lake.  Let the sportsman row carefully up towards the mouth of this stream, along towards evening of a hot day, when the shadow of the hill reaches far out over the lake, and cast his fly across the little current, and if he does not take as beautiful a string of river trout as can be found in these parts, let him set it down to the score of accident, for the trout are there in the warm days of August.  If he has a curiosity to know what there is above these Little Falls, let him try his angle-worms in the brook just over the ridge, and he will find out.  I claim to have discovered these choice fishing places some seasons since, and have kept them for my own private use and amusement.  Nobody seemed to know of them.  When the trout refused to be taken elsewhere, I have always found them here, abundant, greedy, and ready to be taken by any decently skillful effort.  I regard these places as in some sort my private property, and I mention them privately and in confidence to the reader, trusting that my right will be respected.