140 NEW BRUNSWICK. 
At Cliatliam, Mrs. Bowser received us hospitably and 
noisily, and there we met some good sportsmen and fine 
fellows. The sportsmen are the salt of New Brunswick 
earth ; they have not a trait in common with the other 
inhabitants, but are jovial, friendly and open-hearted. 
One cannot know too many nor see too much of them. 
We owed them many thoughtful attentions, which we 
will repay to them or others of the race of fishermen, 
passing on the obligation. 
Forty-five more miles of weary road, crossing in its 
course the Tabasintac, that splendid trout stream, and 
we reached Bathurst, wdiere we found the guides await- 
ing us at the "Wellington House, having received our 
telegram, and next day we began " life in the woods " 
once more. 
Our camp was pitched at the Round Rocks, the lowest 
fishing station on the !Nipisiquit, whither we drove w^th 
our luggage in a wagon, and met the canoes. Our rods 
were hastily put together, and in Rock Pool, at the 
second cast, I took a fine grilse. Others followed, and 
next day came the salmon. Splendid fellows just from 
the sea, their scales resplendent with the reflected light of 
their ocean homes; solid, strong and brave, leaping 
again and again, madly disdaining restraint, and fighting 
fiercely till the last. The water was strong; in some 
places the rapids were impassable. Sad to tell, the fish 
knew it, and alas, too often darted down them, whisking 
their tails in joy at their recovered freedom. Our sport 
was magnificent. 
After fishing the Round Rocks and the Bush Falls, we 
ascended the river to the Pabineau Falls, where we 
