THE LAND-LOCKED SALMON. IO5 



to the funnel-shaped whirl swiftly gyrating down-stream, the 

 air-bubbles hissing through the yellow water like the bead in a 

 glass of champagne. \\'e are nearly half a mile down when 

 the canoe swings, with a sharp shock, into the up-eddy on the 

 opposite shore. 



^'C'e'st la place de pechc, Monsieur,'''' says Narcisse, easing 

 off the grip of his teeth on his pipe; and Joseph, having fin- 

 ished drinking out of the rim of his hat, remarks that ^''on a 

 continne de prendre des grosses ici.''^ Wananishe, like Trout, 

 are of the fair sex in French, and are roughly classified into 

 petites, belles, -ae^di grosses. 



This is the famous Renioii de Caron, or Caron's Eddy. 

 The big white waves surging round the rocky island, which 

 later on will become a point covered with bushes, are the tail 

 of the Caron Rapid, a crooked and dangerous one, because of 

 the height of its waves and the size of its tourniquets or whirl- 

 pools, which suck down saw-logs as if they were chips, cast- 

 ing them up a couple of hundred yards farther down, to be 

 caught in the eddies and swept again and again through the 

 wild rush of water, until the ever-changing set of the current 

 tosses them on the rocks or carries them off down-stream. 



Pool, iii the angler's usual understanding of the term, there 

 is none; for the deep river, over a quarter of a mile wide, is 

 totally unlike a Salmon or Trout stream. At first he is rather 

 bewildered by the interlacing currents running in every direc- 

 tion, bearing along streaks of froth which gather in patches 

 as dazzling as snow, that revolve slowly for a minute or two, 

 then, suddenly dissolving, go dancing in long white lines over 

 the short ripples. 



" Ca saute. Monsieur.'''' No splash marks the rise, but a broad 

 tail appears and disappears where a Wananishe is busy picking 

 llies out of the foam; then another, and another still. They 

 are making the tour round the whole system of minor eddies 

 and currents, sometimes staying a minute in some large patch 

 of froth where the flies are thick, sometimes swimming and 



