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off day, like a climb, the mountain 
opposite called Rocky Face possesses 
a cave inits side, where the jolly little 
16-year old daughter of your hostess 
will lead your party, and you will be 
fortunate, indeed, if you have soles left 
to your boots when you reach home. 
If perchance you be a novice at mount- 
ains, she will skip along ahead of you, 
and smile over her shoulder at your 
struggles in the ascent, and your slips 
and slides on the return. The heat at 
At mid- 
day we sweltered with the mercury at 
Baird in summer is tropical. 
106°, and when the sun is on the river, 
the trout are not to be had. Before or 
near sunrise, they might be favorably 
disposed. We did not try. So our 
angling was confined to the evening. 
In the first place, the McCloud river is 
one of the most beautiful streams I 
have ever seen. An ideal salmon river, 
full of rapids, deep pools and quick 
reaches, and for visible fish life is truly 
wonderful, filled with quinnat  sal- 
mon (Onchorhyvnchus choutcha). On 
their spring and summer run, one sees 
them jumping in every pool and in 
almost every rapid in their ascent, 
while the young male grilse are exceed- 
ingly numerous. It is every angler’s 
lament that these noble salmon will not 
take a fly. Very occasionally the grilse 
will, but that under water. Our efforts 
were therefore directed to the trout. 
On the first evening of our arrival we 
went to the river, and were rowed across 
the big pool to the opposite shore. 
After catching a couple of three-quarter 
pounders, I found myself hooked to a 
heavy pulling fish, which did not break 
water, fighting deep beneath the cur- 
‘rent which, being on the edge of a 
rapid, was very strong, gave my rod 
quite as much as its weight was called 
upon to bear, and after a lively struggle 
the fish was brought within an eddy, and 
my friend put the landing net under a 
beautiful grilse, just under 3 ib. in 
weight. This was a surprise to both of 
us, and we looked him over as carefully 
as a dog will a stranger of his own 
breed. Shortly after, my friend landed 
a beautiful trout of 2 tb., and I a couple 
more of 1% and 134 pounds, he having 
several others of about 1 tb. each, when 
we returned home. 
This was a fair sample of the even- 
ing’s fishing. 
We caught many trout just under 
3 Ib. in weight, but only four grilse 
were procured during our stay, three of 
which fell to my share. My anxiety to 
see a Dolly Varden trout (Sa/velinus 
malma), was appeased by the charming 
wife of my friend, who went out, with 
salmon roe for bait, and landed one 
from a pool about a mile up stream. 
This is a beautiful charr, and were it 
not for the absence of the greenish 
marblings on the back and fins reminds 
one of our much loved eastern brook 
trout (Salvelinus fontinalis); it being 
also a charr. The rainbow trout of 
the McCloud is of the variety called 
by Professor Jordan (Salmo gairdnert 
shasta), differing somewhat from the 
regular rainbow (Sa/mo trideus). 
There is also another variety of the 
rainbow in the McCloud, the (Sa/mo 
gairdnert stonet), named after our 
friend, Mr. Livingston Stone, who first 
brought the fish to Professor Jordan’s 
notice. It is called by the Indians the 
No-shee trout. Unfortunately, we did 
not take a specimen of this fish while 
on the river. The shasta trout is the 
rainbow of the fish culturists, and, 
doubtless, the variety which we have 
placed in Eastern waters. It is_ cer- 
tainly one of the most beautifully 
tinted fish I have. ever seen; the red 
