. Northward-ho! Covering Maine's inland resorts, Moosehead Lake, the Rangeleys, Belgrade lakes and Poland Spring. broughtus to the first carry, a well cut roadof a mile and a quarter in length,which leads to Holeb pond. Thefirst part was through the forest butthe latter crossed burnt ground,where blackened tree trunks rosespectre-like from great masses oflife-everlasting, making a strangepicture in contrast with the luxu-riant foliage so common every-where. ^ In half an hour we werelaunched in Holeb Pond, with ourduffle aboard. A strong wind hadsprung up and a hard pull of anhour was necessary
. Northward-ho! Covering Maine's inland resorts, Moosehead Lake, the Rangeleys, Belgrade lakes and Poland Spring. broughtus to the first carry, a well cut roadof a mile and a quarter in length,which leads to Holeb pond. Thefirst part was through the forest butthe latter crossed burnt ground,where blackened tree trunks rosespectre-like from great masses oflife-everlasting, making a strangepicture in contrast with the luxu-riant foliage so common every-where. ^ In half an hour we werelaunched in Holeb Pond, with ourduffle aboard. A strong wind hadsprung up and a hard pull of anhour was necessary before welanded at the Island camps. Herewe stopped for dinner and an in-spection of the outfit which includesseveral club houses and sumptuouscabins, before crossing the pondto Holeb Stream which connectswith the head waters of theMoose River. This lagoon ispeculiar. When the pond is highand the river low, the water flowstoward the river; but when theriver is high and the pond low thecurrent is in the opposite direction;twisting in and out among rankgrass, tenanted by huge bull frogs, *.. ungainly marsh hens, and statelyherons. Here and there deer werefeeding or a flock of water fowlarose with a great flutter andfrightened cries. Then suddenlywe shot from a maze of alderbushes into the open and the rush-ing water was carrying us away onits surface. *\\ Reaching a pointwhere a cold stream flowed intothe river we landed and whileHenry made plans to camp tor thenight, I caught trout enough forsupper. Then he rolled them incorn meal deftly and fried themover the bright fire while I lay onthe bed of boughs he had prepared,and watched the bread on thebaker gradually change from creamto brown as the coffee bucket sangits cheerful song. Then we supped,sitting on either end of the greatlog, and smoked in the firelight;the gentle swish of the river besideus, the murmur of the night windin the firs overhead, ^ssl? I recalllaying my pipe aside, tucking myblanket snug a
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