116 FISHING WITH THE FLY. 



saw us packing up and preparing to return once more 

 to civilized life and " the busy haunts of men." 



I am afraid to say how many trout we had at the 

 finish, but I know that we packed in ice more than 

 three hundred pounds weight to take home with us ; 

 and gave away, almost alive from the corral, nearly as 

 many more to the captain of the steamer, thereby call- 

 ing down upon our heads the earnest blessings of pas- 

 sengers and crew. 



I find, on looking over this MS. that I have forgotten 

 to say that we discovered several places along the chan- 

 nel edsfe of the island where most excellent trout-fish- 

 ing could be had from the shore ; and that, by the ad- 

 vice of local fishermen, my friends tried the "hearts " 

 of killed trout as bait, and found such very effective. 

 This " heart" is a piece of flesh which lies inside the 

 pointed part of the fish's belly which runs between the 

 gill covers. It looks much like a genuine heart, and 

 pulsates for several seconds after being removed from 

 the fish. I suppose that it is in fact a real heart. 

 Never once did this bait fail to attract a bite ; but, of 

 course, not many hearts could be obtained, as we ex- 

 tracted the delicate morsel only from such fish as were 

 required for immediate consumption. 



We finally bade farewell to our two weeks' elysium, 

 with sorrowful feelings, but before the lapse of twenty- 

 four hours, kind and loving thoughts of wives, little 

 ones, and home re-asserted themselves, and we landed 

 at Collingwood in jubilant spirits and vigorous health, 



