SO AX ANGLER'S REM1X1SCKXCES. 



ness like a soldier." He has a place (the old family homestead) at Port Medway, 

 Lunenburg county, Nova Scotia, and I think kills his moose and a score of salmon 

 every year, and so did Mariner A. Wilder kill his yearly moose till he died at 87. 

 He first introduced me to the Indians, Noel and Saul, who are experts in moose 

 calling and fly-fishers hard to beat, though John, Manuel and Napoleon Conieau, 

 Allan Gilmour's river guardian of the Godbout, lower St. Lawrence, have records 

 which will take the varnish off of any other exploits and scores. But about the 

 Nepigon menu! Campbell and I had two eighteen-foot birch canoes, with two 

 paddlers to each; three of them Crees and one an intelligent half-breed named 

 John Watt, whom we procured at the Red Rock Hudson Bay Company's post, 

 with our outfit and permit to fish. We were looking for mineral, especially silver 

 ore, and expected to be absent ten weeks. I append a copy of the permit which 

 was issued forty years ago. It will be interesting at this date, when heads are gray. 

 X T o license fee was required : 



SPECIAL PERMIT 



Granted by Order of the Minister of Marine 

 and Fisheries to Foreigners. 



The holder of this permit, Chas. Hallock, Esq., having duly applied, is allowed 

 to angle from 26th June, 1873, to 1st October, 1873, in Canadian inland waters, 

 within the district of the Fishery Overseer countersigning underneath. 



This permit is NOT TRANSFERABLE, and requires strict conformity to the 

 various provisions of the Fishery Laws and Regulations. 



Issued at Ottawa, 18th July, 1870. 

 Countersigned and dated at Red Rock, Lake Superior, Ontario. 



M. F. WHITCHER, Commissioner of Fisheries. 

 Jos. WILSON, Fishery Overseer. 



This permit was signed by Robert Crawford, who had then superseded Wilson. 

 He was a hard-handed but genial Scot, who had such a grip to his greetings that 

 few cared to shake hands with him twice. I sold him my "Perry rifle," which 

 was a breech-loading self-capper, described in one of Frank Forester's books, with 

 plate, and was a capital tool for zero weather, when fingers were too numb to 

 manipulate percussion caps. Crawford afterwards went to Ungava Bay post in 

 northern Labrador, and was succeeded by one Flannigan, who was residing in 

 St. Paul as recently as 1887. I knew them both. Of the goods which I took 

 in exchange for the rifle was a pair of Bedford "cords," which served me in good 

 stead until 1895, in varied stress of wear, until I finally turned them over to a 

 colored boy in Pollokville, N. C, in that year. We had just come off a wild turkey- 

 hunt near Prettyman's lumber camp. Thirteen years before, when I was a guest 

 of Capt. George K. Sanderson, of the Eleventh U. S. Infantry, who was senior 

 captain at Fort Custer, Montana, I had reinforced the leggins with a pair of dress 

 bootlegs, which made a capital seat for saddle use in many a subsequent ride, of 

 which the most notable was a seven-weeks' campaign in 1878 with Major Jacob 

 Wagner, of the U. S. Mounted Revenue Police, in Ashe and Watauga counties, 

 North Carolina; Johnson county, Tennessee, and Scott county, Virginia. These 

 counties are in the Blue Ridge, and we three rode 1,200 miles in that time over 

 "hogbacks" and trails, fishing for mountain trout and hunting illicit stills, of which 

 we located no less than 164, besides fighting off hogs which would stand us off on 

 the passes and try to hamstring our horses. We had to shoot one of them to get 

 past. One of our diversions on that outing was shooting for "beef" with the 



