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ever, the encouragement that the freshet had destroyed 
the nets and let the fish np to the higher grounds. 
Next day we killed our first fish of the season. I had 
gone above the island at the head of the pool opposite 
our camp, and was fishing slowly down, taking occasion- 
ally a brook trout, when there came a heavier rise, a 
louder plash, and a fierce run that made my reel discourse 
sweetly. The fish had struck me in the broken water, 
and it was uncertain what he was till suddenly he sprang 
twice his length out of water, showing the silvery sides 
and gleaming scales of the lovely grilse ; again and 
again he sprang in air, making the water fiy as he fell 
back, and doing his best to break the line or shake out 
the hook. Bravely he fought, taking advantage of the 
current to run out line, and rubbing against rocks to cut 
it through. In vain, foiled at each attempt, his strength 
rapidly diminishing, he was slowly brought nearer and 
nearer, till a dexterous blow of the gafi" finished the 
struggle. 
Joyful at the good omen, we hastened to our camp, 
and were met by my companion, Dalton, who proudly 
exhibited a similar trophy. There was a grand supper 
that night, and strong hopes that the flood would abate, 
hopes that were destined to a cruel disappointment when 
next day the stream was found to be higher than ever, 
and heavy clouds portended a second deluge. 
Our next camp was at Still Water Brook, a name that 
the present condition of that streamlet strongly belied. 
We did not, however, remain long, our sport being con- 
fined to grilse, and not many of those, and when an Eng- 
lish ofiicer, who had been fishing above, called to say he 
