50 The Atlantic Salmon 



Two of my friends were on the Masquarrie, the 

 Washicoutai, and the Olemancheeboo ten years 

 since, and had splendid sport. On the last-named 

 river one rod took sixteen fish, averaging seven- 

 teen pounds, in an afternoon from one pool. I 

 have since been there. The banks of the pool 

 where the sixteen fish were taken are of solid 

 rock, affording good standing and walking facili- 

 ties. Where the fish all take is an easy cast from 

 opposite the top of the pool, which is short with 

 a rather stiff rapid at its foot. All the fish go 

 down this rapid after being hooked, and are killed 

 in a deep pool just below. The year I visited 

 this river was a very late one, and the salmon had 

 not ascended when we left, the 12th of July. So 

 we got nothing but trout and a number of the 

 beautiful, richly colored arctic char — the first I 

 had ever seen. 



I find I have omitted in its order the St. John 

 River, which is above the Natashquan, and is 

 noted for the numbers of its salmon, mosquitoes, 

 and flies. These last are the curse of the north 

 shore rivers, and unless anglers going there are 

 very well protected with gloves, veils, etc., and 

 are willing to go unwashed after their hands and 

 faces are well glazed over with tar and oil, which 



