Favorite Fish and Fishing 



a wild, rocky stream, with long rapids, up 

 which it was impossible to propel the canoes. 

 This entailed the labor and delay of long 

 portages, making our progress extremely 

 slow. Between the rapids were long 

 stretches of smooth, but very rapid water. 

 The mountains rose up on each side from 

 the edge of the stream, so that the portages 

 were on a side hill of Laurentian rocks over- 

 grown with moss a foot or two in depth. 

 Owing to these difficulties we were six days 

 in traveling five miles, and failed to reach 

 Batiscan Lake, though I saw its waters 

 from the top of a mountain. 

 Trout Galore That we found trout galore is no name 



for it. They were as numerous as the 

 black flies by day or the mosquitoes by 

 night. And the chub were both plentiful 

 and gamy — great dark, round, stout fel- 

 lows, weighing sometimes two pounds, and 

 gamier than the trout. We at last reached 

 a fall, or rather twin falls, aggregating 

 some thirty feet in height, and the most 

 beautiful sight I have ever seen on any 

 Stream. The summit of the fall flowed in 



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