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water, stood seemingly upon its tail for an instant, and 

 with a heavy splash fell over into the pool. "My 

 God! what is that?" I asked my guide. "It's a 

 saumon, sir," he calmly replied. I was all excitement 

 and began whipping vigorously where it rose. Failing to 

 get it up, I put on a salmon fly. By this time salmon 

 were leaping above me, below me, and at my very feet. 

 I whipped diligently, letting my fly fall like thistle- 

 down upon the water, and then with a splash to attract 

 attention, and now letting it sink and float with the 

 current. It was all in vain ; three hours of my most 

 skilful fishing failed to entice one of the wily monsters. 

 Neither could I get up a trout; they had all been 

 driven away by the salmon. I caused my guide to 

 paddle me over the still pool just above, and saw in the 

 pellucid water, three or four feet beneath the surface, 

 ten or fifteen large salmon. They lay perfectly still 

 for a time, and then darted through and around the 

 pool in every direction, as if in play. Suddenly they 

 would congregate in the centre of the pool and lay 

 with their heads up stream, the largest slightly in ad- 

 vance of the rest, as motionless as if the water had be- 

 come ice, encasing the fish. 



Aug. 12th. — At Main Camp. . . . The canoeing 

 down from the Middle Camp — five miles — was delight- 

 ful, and at times very exciting ; that is, in running the 

 rapids, which are numerous. In making a portage 

 around the " Little Falls " we started up a cock par- 

 tridge. It alighted upon the limb of a dead tree no 



