The American angler . inutes enjoyment. Uncon-sciously our driver paid a glowingtribute to the beauty and never endinginterest of our journey when he told usthat, although he had driven over the A Days Black Bass FisJiiiig at Upper Woods Lake, Pa. 13 road a hundred times, yet he never tired of the trip, and, as He staid not for brake, and he staid not forstone, we arrived at the lake in due season,feeling that our ride had been all tooshort, and wishing that it might havebeen continued to Delaware river, someseven miles fitrther on. It was easyfor us to believe ourselves among thefavored of th
The American angler . inutes enjoyment. Uncon-sciously our driver paid a glowingtribute to the beauty and never endinginterest of our journey when he told usthat, although he had driven over the A Days Black Bass FisJiiiig at Upper Woods Lake, Pa. 13 road a hundred times, yet he never tired of the trip, and, as He staid not for brake, and he staid not forstone, we arrived at the lake in due season,feeling that our ride had been all tooshort, and wishing that it might havebeen continued to Delaware river, someseven miles fitrther on. It was easyfor us to believe ourselves among thefavored of the gods, for what a veri- shades, and the fading many-coloredwoods, with every hue from wan de-clining green. Beach, maple and su-mach, responsive to the first gentlebreath of chilling frost, were suffusedwith sentient blushes that made thislandscape gem of purest ray serene remind one of a mammoth brooch inwhich some rare old grey-green agatehad found a setting of iridescent hundred yards back from the lake. The Lake and Panther Rock by Moonlight. table little haven of rest was ourdestination! A more beautiful sheet ofwater I have never seen. As we stoodupon the club house portico that after-noon and viewed the entrancing pros-pect, we gazed upon its placid waters as in a looking-glass, which mirroredits beautifully wooded shores in themagic resplendence. vSummer had re-signed her sunny robes, while Au-tumn, nodding oer the yellow plain,had imbrowned the russet mead andcountry round with ever deepening stood the club house, literally embow-ered in grand old forest trees. Drawas we might upon our imaginationswe could not have planned a more per-fect retreat than this, our temporaryabode, afforded us. What a perfectsense of delight and home-like comfortdid that magnificent old fire place, withits ample, blazing fire of hard-woodlogs inspire, for the afternoon waschilly, as we waited to be shown to ourrooms by the stewardess, and what de-licious odors were occasionally
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