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In this, another of Henry Abbott's short books on adventuring in the Adirondacks in the early 1900's, the author and his friend Bige go in search of a legendary "lost" pond somewhere near Seward mountain where the trout fishing was supposed to be unbelievably good. After paddling their boat about 14 miles down Long Lake then leaving it in Calkin's Creek, they hiked for another 5 or 6 hours through the wilderness. Having had no luck in locating the pond they decided to circle around and head back to the boat. Encountering a stream that they dubbed Roaring Brook because it was so loud with rapids and small falls, they decided to follow it to its source. Suffice it to say they found the lost pond and the trout fishing was every bit as good as the legend said it would be. The spot was so beautiful they were prepared to stay for several days. Alas a pair of rascally porcupines destroyed their entire food supply so with some regrets they headed home. I've tried looking up some of the locations mentioned in these books but I don't know whether they all bear the same names as they did then. There is a Seward Mountain, a Long Lake, a Roaring Brook, and even a Roaring Brook trail.