DOG-DAY ADVICE 187 



When their mind and body are both " knocked out " 

 in their dog-day rounds with Old Sol ; when they 

 become tired of dodging flies and mosquitoes and 

 perspirations and sunstrokes ; when lemonades and 

 sodas and mint juleps and palm-leaf fans et id genus 

 omne, have resolved into vanity and vexation of 

 spirit ; then is it high time to pick up their duds and 

 over-roasted remains and get. Get where ? Well, 

 let them try a water-trip to St. John, New Brunswick. 

 The transition from their cook-shop to the ocean air 

 will be magical. The sun may still be hot, but only 

 pleasantly so, for the cool and salty breezes temper 

 its rays and make even an overcoat a welcome ad- 

 dition to comfort. I speak knowingly, for my 

 younger son and myself once took the trip prepara- 

 tory to making a sporting pilgrimage to the head- 

 waters of the Nipisiguit Kiver, in search of the giant 

 moose and his partner of the forests, the caribou, and 

 where we also hoped to interview one or more bears, 

 and try the luring qualities of our artificial flies on 

 the square-tailed trout and his big relative, the 

 salmon. 



This wilderness of swamp, bog, forest, river and 

 lake is a delectable one for the hunter, and to reach it 

 he must travel a whole day by rail, although the dis- 

 tance as the crow flies is less than a hundred miles. 

 Then comes a vehicle ride of thirty-five miles. (The 

 ride was formerly over an old lumber road and in an 



