\?2 AX ANGLER'S REMINISCENCES. 



worms, fondle maggots and grubs, and manipulate all kinds of crawling, long- 

 legged things without a qualm or shudder. Even ladies will do this with a keen 

 zest. They enjoy the preparation of the seductive lures which are the accessories 

 to the practice of the high art and are to add to their list of ichthyic trophies. Some 

 of the fish culturists have maggot factories, to manufacture the daily food supply 

 for their schools of fish. If people who buy home-made trout in the market at $1 

 per pound only knew how some of them were bred and fed, they would hardly esteem 

 them the delicacy they do. For myself, I don't stomach artificially raised trout of 

 any kind. 



Some of the best anglers in the two hemispheres are ladies many of them of 

 highest rank. Queen Victoria's daughter, the Princess Louise, and Lady Dufferin, 

 wife of the late popular Governor General of Canada, have no superiors of either 

 sex. Daniel Webster's wife was the most complete angler ; so is the wife of one 

 of the leading officials of the Hayes administration. The Rev. W. II. H. Murray's 

 wife, of Adirondack fame, is even a better angler than himself. Miss Sarah Mc- 

 Bride, of Mumford, N. Y., is a most accomplished entomologist, as well as a prac- 

 tical angler. Indeed, the number of good lady anglers is greater than is supposed. 



Lady Dufferin, on the river Restigouche, in New Brunswick, Canada, once 

 struck a salmon at four o'clock in the afternoon, and hung to him until it was so 

 dark that she couldn't see ; but her gaffer finally gathered him in. There was pluck 

 and endurance ! The fish weighed twenty-eight pounds. 



When I was a boy I used to carry worms in the toe of an old shoe in my vest 

 pocket. I have often held worms between my lips for convenience when both hands 

 were preoccupied. They had scoured themselves thoroughly in the dry sand and 

 were nice and clean, red and plump, but squirmy. I never went so far as to make 

 a bait box out of my mouth, like Nigger Sam. 



Sam had a basket and pole over his shoulder, and was striking out for the creek, 

 evidently going a-fishing. 



"Hallo, Sam !" said a gentleman he chanced to meet. "What are you going to 

 catch this time ?'' 



"Yum yum yum yum." 



"Anything the matter? What have you got in your mouth?" 



"Wums, for bait." 



Some of the fishing outfits of the United States and Canada are extensive, ex- 

 pensive and complete, a few almost princely in their appointments. Allah Gilmour, 

 Esq., of Ottowa, Canada, doubtless has the finest angling establishment in the world, 

 which is maintained at an annual cost of $25,000. His fishing privilege on the God- 

 bout river includes 5,000 acres of forest and several miles of water ; the station is 

 a considerable hamlet of itself, arranged for every convenience and luxury; a beau- 

 tiful steam yacht and steam tender are included in the outfit. Representatives of 

 royalty are frequent guests at this establishment. 



Willis Russell, an American resident of Quebec, has six cottages on the River 

 Marguerite, which are comfortably appointed for salmon anglers. 



Col. William H. Rhodes, of Quebec, and William Hare Powell, of Philadelphia, 

 have luxurious establishments at Tadousac, on the lower St. Lawrence. 



C. J. Brydges, of the Grand Trunk Railroad, has a luxuriously appointed scow 

 on the Restigouche, with gallery, dining hall, state rooms, promenade deck, etc. It 

 is drawn up stream by horses and is named "Great Caesar's Ghost." The Princess 

 Louise and Lady Dufferin have both honored this quaint craft with their patronage. 



