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ing lialf tlie dinner ourselves, but with a glorious feeling 
of entire independence, the heavens above, the earth 
beneath, and all nature round us, we had a splendid time, 
and many fish came to our net. 
Thus the pleasant days flew by ; the sport ever 
honest, manly, invigorating and exciting, varying in 
luck, at times abundant in its yield, and then utterly 
unproductive — the uncertainty added zest ; while the 
evenings and hot middays were enlivened with the story, 
joke or latest novel. Many an idle hour, when the sun 
shone too resplendent for the hope of sport, did we 
while away, the men seated or stretched at length in 
various picturesque attitudes, and one of us reading 
aloud. But the time came when this was to end, and on 
the eleventh day the edict was promulgated to break up 
camp and return. 
The tent fell and was packed, the pots and pans were 
huddled together, our camp stores stowed, and we reem- 
barked for the descent of the river. Keeping rods 
ready for an occasional cast, we swept along ; the water 
was high, our men were good boatmen, the canoes were 
strong, and we rushed through the foaming torrent at a 
gallant rate. 
At Eocky Bend my friend struck five fine grilse suc- 
cessively, and lost all but one, much to his chagrin. He 
laid it to the size of his hooks, alleging they were too 
large ; but what genius will arise to explain how it is that 
salmon break away without any severe strain on, or 
damage to, the tackle. Is it a defect in the shape of the 
hook ? If so, should it bend to one side, or curve in or out 
at the point ? Or is it in the force of striking, or place 
