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Ttoelve days only, mind you, for not a line was wet 

 on Sunday. 



Our one rifle proved a useful adjunct, but we found 

 no use for the shot-guns, the season being too early and 

 the weather too fine for ducks. The delicately sighted 

 Winchester, however, procured us several fine specimens 

 of the loon or great northern diver, and one or two 

 large blue cranes, all of which, I presume, now adorn 

 "Squills'" sanctum in British Columbia. 



Almost every day we had choice sport, and we limited 

 our catch only by the facilities we possessed for saving 

 and carrying away the fish. 



One particular day we devoted to salmon and red trout, 

 which we fished for away off in very deep water, all of 

 us using either spoons or live herring bait, in trolling. 

 We had plenty of wholesome exercise in rowing, and 

 very fair luck as regards fish ; taking in all, seven sal- 

 mon trout and five red trout. 



The honors of this day fell to " Squills," who cap- 

 tured with his spoon a salmon trout of nineteen 

 pounds, while I got a red trout of ten pounds. This 

 last named fish is as pink in the flesh and as fine fla- 

 vored as Salmo solar. It is said by local fishermen to 

 be in fact the same fish, and they suppose that in ages 

 long past sea salmon had some means of reaching this 

 lake, and when the waters subsided some were left, and 

 that from them the red trout is descended. As I have 

 myself no scientific knowledge whatever I cannot offer 

 an opinion upon this point. I can only say that if a 

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