32 CAMP-FIRES IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES 



the torrent, where the facilities for fly-casting were of 

 the best. 



I threw into the caldron, many times, reaching every 

 yard of its surface, but got only one really good fish. 

 Then Mr. Phillips yelled to Charlie, and above the roar 

 of the falls, Charlie passed it on to me. 



" He wants to take you taking out the fish I Hold on 

 a minute! " 



"Tell him to hurry!" 



The trout fought gamely, and never gave up for an 

 instant. John worked with his camera, and I with the 

 fish, to hold my game for the desired moment, — but all 

 the time fearing that it would get away. At last the 

 expected happened. My line suddenly slackened, and 

 communicated to my nerve-centres the sickening sensa- 

 tion that when written out spells " lost! " 



A little later I hooked another and a smaller fish, 

 and John fired when he was ready; but the result is not 

 good to look upon. The fewer snap-shots that are made 

 of a one-hundred-and-eighty-pound man, dressed decol- 

 lete, who is really fishing or hunting, the better; for they 

 are apt to be the reverse of picturesque, and seldom show 

 the victim to any advantage. 



For the Cut-Throat Trout the pool at the foot of 

 Josephine Falls is the head of navigation. Charlie Smith 

 says there are no trout above. I saw individuals trying 

 to leap up the falls, but they did not rise more than four 

 or five feet out of the water. It would take an Atlantic 

 salmon eight feet long, with horse-power to match his 

 size, to overleap that fall. 



