With fly-rod and camera . venture. The sun was just gildingthe tops of the distant mountains and glimmering amidthe foliage of the tall hemlocks when we arose and beo^anpreparations for breakfast. Sunrise in the woods! How much is expressed tothe frequenter of our forests in those few words — howlittle to the habitual city dweller. The words bring tomind a remembrance of delicious breezes, laden with thearoma of the pine and hemlock; of myriads of birds twit-tering and fluttering among the foliage; of woodpeckerstapping W4th echoing strokes the dead branches and trunkof some old monarch of the
With fly-rod and camera . venture. The sun was just gildingthe tops of the distant mountains and glimmering amidthe foliage of the tall hemlocks when we arose and beo^anpreparations for breakfast. Sunrise in the woods! How much is expressed tothe frequenter of our forests in those few words — howlittle to the habitual city dweller. The words bring tomind a remembrance of delicious breezes, laden with thearoma of the pine and hemlock; of myriads of birds twit-tering and fluttering among the foliage; of woodpeckerstapping W4th echoing strokes the dead branches and trunkof some old monarch of the forest; of nuthatches callingto each other in their soft, melancholy notes; of loonsaway out on the lake answering these sounds and theirown cries with wild, weird screams of laughter. Oh! itis glorious! At an early hour we prepared for the days employ-ment. Leweys and I were to pass the portage and visitthe upper lake to inspect its shores for fowl, and try thestreams emptying into it for spotted trout, while the rest. 188 WitJi Fly-Rod and Camera. of the party were to take the opposite direction, huntingthe stream and its shores for fish and game. Accordingly the young Indian shouldered his birch,and I with gun in hand preceded him in a slightly beatenpath which ran parallel with the stream. Of partridges,or more properly ruffed grouse, I met with great num-bers, but they were so tame that it was impossible toflush them, as they would walk off into the undergrowthas leisurely as so many domestic fowls. I only killed four,which I got in two double shots. The birds were of theseasons hatch, but fully grown, and plump to the tra-ditional degree. I saw one or two tracks of moose anda number of impressions of deers feet, but the foliagewas still too thick to offer any chance of success in stalk-ing. Bear tracks and signs were also numerous, and Iwas constantly on the qid vive to meet one. In one in-stance a bear had evidently just pulled down a bush ofthe chokeberry and eaten t
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