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From Lake Rosseau we went to Lake 
Joseph, via Gregory, and camped ona 
small islet, a few miles above the last 
named town. ‘Thence onto Port Cock- 
burn, at the head of Lake Joseph, catch- 
ing fish it seemed at nearly every cast 
of the line, certainly whenever we 
ranted them either to eat or put back 
into the water, for it is perfect bosh for 
an angler to tell me that he never 
catches more fish than he wants to use 
or eat. Weall do it, and the best of us 
simply put back the darlings into their 
element, handling them as gently as a 
dove does its sucklings. 
And now, dear B-other Angler, we 
The American Angler 
have reached the end of our talk and 
perhaps have wearied you with details, 
but I have been diffuse because I have 
often felt how little information of use 
to me I have got after reading so many 
of the delightfully written articles that 
have appeared in our paper — THE 
ANGLER — and determined 
when I sat down to write this imper- 
fect contribution that it would not fail 
in one thing—detail. And now if you 
want more, cost of passage, time tables, 
etc.,- you will have to write to the 
general passenger agent of the 
Grand Trunk Railway at Montreal, 
Can. 
AMERICAN 

A Muskoka Hunting Party. 
