SEA TROUT. 5Y 
foam, the light boat leaping over the billows, the sky 
magnificeiit in its depth of blue, the fresh breeze cool 
and strong ; and the fish jnst hooked, furious, vigorous 
and courageous, rushing hither and thither, plunging to 
the bottom or springing high out of water. Then the 
exciting chase as he takes off fortunately down wind, 
and exhausts all but the few last turns of line on the reel 
till it becomes a question of speed between him and the 
boat, and at last his final surrender and capture. Truly 
is it magnificent. 
Kiviere du Loup, a little Canadian village situated 
on the St. Lawrence, opposite the mouth of the Sague- 
nay, is now connected with Quebec by raiboad, and 
is only a day and a half distant from j^ew York. It 
afi'ords good accommodations, but there is no place any- 
where on the Saguenay or at its mouth where the trav- 
eller can stop. The Canadians, although generally will- 
ing to offer such accommodation as they possess, are too 
dirty in their habits, and often too much beloved of 
creeping things to suit American taste. So that as there 
is little or no trout fishing at Riviere du Loup, the 
angler must make his arrangements for a camj)-life, and 
would do well to descend the St. Lawrence in a pilot 
boat, which he can hire with a man and boy for two 
dollars a day, and stop at the mouths of all the streams 
that debouche into it. The river is over twenty miles 
wide, and he must look out for storms, as these boats 
are open and by no means good sea boats. At night he 
can go ashore, build a fire, put up his tent, and call into 
requisition the numerous luxuries this mode of travelling 
will enable him to carry. 
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