378 THE ANGLER. 



under better regulations there would be salmon fishing 

 for every Canadian angler, and for every visitor to the 

 country, at a tithe of the expense of Scotch or Irish 

 salmon fishing and such salmon fishing ! Not pulling 

 from bank to bank of a dull stagnant river with lines 

 trailing after the boat, but casting into magnificent rapid 

 streams, in which the water, clear as crystal, is now lashed 

 into foam over a rocky ledge, now rested for a few 

 moments in an eddying pool dotted over with foam-bells, 

 from thence to plunge headlong into a narrow gorge, and 

 to pause again and again in other pools, where there is 

 endless diversity of fishing water, and endless charms of 

 forest and mountain, of rock and river scenery. 



Of all summer residences that I have seen, give 

 me a camp on a good Canadian salmon river. True, 

 there is not so much society as at Brighton or Scar- 

 borough ; but a crowd is the angler's abomination ; his 

 only companions on a Canadian river besides his own 

 party are the otter, the osprey, the kingfisher, and the 

 shell-drake. These are not sociable fellow fishers, but 

 neither are they troublesome ones, they keep themselves 

 to themselves as is the manner of anglers. If he likes 

 music he has the cat owl and the musquito hawk by 

 night, and the piping frog by day ; and by day and night 

 there is the music of the water, the rippling of the stream, 

 and the roaring of the torrent. The banks of the rivers 

 are all beautiful; in some places clad with forest they 

 rise gently from the river's edge, in others they take the 

 form of rocky terraces, many hundred feet in height, 

 rising abruptly from the water. Some of these terraces 

 are bare, others are clothed with spruce and cedar. Here 



