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tortuous and obstructed channels, the feeble sunbeams
shining here and there, a savager, more disconsolate place
it would be hard to fancy.     The pond itself, when at length
we reached it, proved to be of considerable bigness, comprising
perhaps 2000 acres, entirely surrounded by forest.
There were thick oscer-like ridges growing in it, but of dead
trees it was comparatively free.           Here we fished � at least
the rest of the party did, I, having no trolling line, confined
myself to looking on, occasionally baling out the boat and going
to sleep, which last I manifested such an inclination towards
that George put me ashore.   Here I found fire smouldering
among the dead leaves and boughs, improved it and lying
down went off into a good hour�s slumber, finding a stran-
ger near me when I awoke.  He asked a question or two
about the boats, said he was �from the mill� and went off.
George came and we fed together, then to the boat again.
He had caught but one pike � not a large one.  Further endea-
vours resulting in nothing, we paddled about the pond, vi-
siting the others.   William Tew had secured a 6 lb pike � a
fine-looking fellow, also some half dozen others.   His suc-
cess induced George to try again, when he caught one.  Day
wore on and it grew towards sunset.        The pond looked pretty.
An Indian and his family � it was, as usual, difficult to
tell the women from the men � were fishing also, and with
little result.    The minors of our party had relinquished the
more ambitious sport and were now trying for perch.  The
pond seems well populated by funny people.   Paddled back
at length, not without labor, getting �snagged� on the sunken
trees repeatedly.    An hours delay on debarkation, and then               
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