A NOVA SCOTIAN SALMON STREAM 



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is quite right. On the particular occasion here recalled, as 

 the No. 2 Doctor swings round above the curl of the wave that plays 

 at the head of the riff, there comes an upheaval of water dear to 

 the angler's eye, and the back fin and pink side of a large salmon 

 are revealed, but quickly curtained by the closing flood. A few 

 moments to rest him and perhaps there are no more delicious 

 moments in the angler's experience, only to be compared to the 

 delight of putting together the rod for the first time after the long 

 sit j> of winter and I send the fly inch by inch nearer to where he 

 broke, on the tiptoe of expectation. But no response. Surely 

 my friend has gotten a taste of its quality ? What ran lx- wrong ? 



' K1VER THE WHOLE POOL. SIR.' 



4 Perhaps he has moved, sir ; kiver all the pool, sir, if you please,' 

 says good old Enoch. Acting on the suggestion I lengthen my line 

 and send a cast several yards away to the other side of the ripple 

 frm the rock. The response is immediate ; with a sidelong rush 

 that shows his black back and gleaming sides the salmon seizes 

 the fly, and instantly the line begins to hiss from the reel, while 

 the rod is strained almost double. My friend proves a very game 

 tish of nearly twenty pounds, and evidently set a high estimate 

 on the value of his life, for he fought long and valiantly, and left no 

 tactics untried to rid himself of the toils. A series of high springs, 

 a straightway rush at the pace of ninety miles an hour, electric 

 twis tings under water, jerking savagely, and striking heavily at 



