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fantastic banquet of strange dishes, than did I out of 

 those ten little dough cakes. 



The Tobique Kiver, as I have said, runs close to this 

 camp, and after finishing my dinner I sat down to 

 watch the trout in one of its pools. 



The river consists mainly of shallow water falling 

 over stony ledges, and has a rocky and slippery bot- 

 tom. Yet it is hard to find a river with more enticing 

 pools for the angler — pools profound in their depths 

 and glorious in their crystal clearness — spools where 

 the salmon lie in wait for their breakfast and ready to 

 give the angler all the enjoyment he wants. 



My reverie was broken up by the sound of a whistle. 

 I looked around and saw some one coming up the 

 road, and I was glad to see him. It was my son. He 

 had become anxious about me, and had been piloted 

 to the camp by one of the men. He it was who fired 

 the signal shots, but he had heard none in return. 



While we sat together waiting for the canoe to 

 come up we saw a superb salmon fully two feet long 

 rise to the top of the water. The youth tried a shot 

 at him with his rifle ; but I believe the salmon is still 

 there. 



And now, once more we were in our canoe and on 

 our way up the river. 



In the afternoon a cow-moose crossed the stream in 

 front of us, but seemed to take as little interest in us 

 as we did in her ladyship. At dusk we reached Ked 



