SALMON RIVERS. 623 



to go up the river to the falls, said to be twenty-seven miles further 

 inland. ************ 



July 23d. — A fine sunny day. Still suffering from my uneasy ailment, 

 though better. Could not fish of course ; unfortunate, as the river is in 

 very good order after the rain. 



July 24th. — Fine day. Feel much better ; could not resist fishing in the 

 evening. Killed one Salmon, and lost another from something going 

 wropg with my reel, which suddenly stopped short in the middle of a 

 rush, the casting-line giving way. I fear most of the fish have gone up 

 river, as I did not see many to-day. 



Score. 

 D. 10 lbs. 



July 25th. — Very bright day. Water clear as ever again. Fished in 

 the forenoon, but did not get a single rise. Killed two fish and lost 

 another after sundown. * * * * Great fun with " Trent" 

 to-day. He has formed the most extraordinary liking for Salmon ; it is 

 with difficulty sometimes he is restrained from supplying the place of the 

 gaffer. I don't like to risk letting him retrieve a large Salmon, but 

 several times we have been much amused with hinl retrieving large Trout 

 from the water. He has become expert at it now, but the rushes of the 

 Trout occasionally entangled him sadly in the line. It is remarkable how 

 well the old dog knows when a Salmon is hooked, getting into a high state 

 of excitement and watching the line most intensely. My servant, before 

 pulling me across rather a rapid current of the river to-day, sat on a stone, 

 took a pipe from his mouth, and said, " You see thay rapid, sur ?" " Yes." 

 " Well, sixteen out of seventeen people wur drowned in that wather." 

 " In there? how do you know ?" " No, no, sur, not in there, but in a place 

 just loike it near Cork in Oireland. You see there were seventeen men in 

 the boat, and three of them wur women. When she gits into the jabber, 

 thim women shouted and jumps to one soide, and the boat turned inside 

 out ; every mother's son was drowned but one man, Pat Cregan, he could 

 swim. Them women is the ferfullest things iver got into a boat." 



Sunday, July 26th. — Lovely day. Strolled about in the woods. Savary 

 and Colli ngwood returned from their trip up the river at 5 p. m. They 

 give wonderful accounts of the Salmon at the upper fork. On the right 

 branch about two miles from the fork there is a fall, about ten feet high, 

 the Salmon jumping there incessantly, sometimes half a dozen in the air 

 at once. The fish get much bruised in their attempts to get over the full ; 



