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has not healed his wounds, and though he still takes his 

 chance on the river, it is as a disappointed and an injured 

 man. 



Then there is the man who goes a-fishing merely to 

 have a heavy drink. He drinks at home, he drinks every- 

 where ; he rarely casts a fly, so what particular pleasure he 

 derives from making a beast of himself on the bank of a 

 river, I never could discover, unless, indeed, it is that on 

 his return to his family he may brag of having killed fish 

 when no one else on the river could get a rise, or display 

 to his boon companions the identical fly that killed the 

 (imaginary) forty-pounder. 



All the above types of the genus angler are, I suppose, 

 common to all free rivers, but on the Margaree and a few 

 other Canadian rivers may, in addition, be found Yankee 

 fishermen who spoil sport. The American gentleman is a 

 delightful companion wherever you find him. But I allude 

 to the Yankee sportsman the man who may be seen in 

 his native country driving in a buggy with a black frock- 

 coat, a wideawake, and a big cigar; he now fishes your 

 pool, clad in the same black frock-coat with a deringer in 

 his pocket. 



All this diversity of character on the Margaree (with 

 the exception of the gentleman in the frock-coat), if it 

 does not make good fishing at least tends to a "good 

 time." There is a little society, a little visiting from tent 

 to tent, and a little entertaining gossip, which is often 

 welcome to the angler. 



Different men have different ideas of comfort. One 

 sleeps under his upturned canoe and eats pork and 

 biscuit with his fingers; his next neighbour has an 



