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a little peace from the troublesome insects, and I would 

 have remained longer, but that the hour indicated the close 

 proximity of the time to close my evening fishing. 



The fly I had used in the morning had done me such 

 good service that I determined to re-employ it, and the 

 result was quite equal to anticipation. I soon got to work, 

 and in a few minutes was fast to a fine fish, who, although 

 he made a noble straggle, succumbed in less than twenty 

 minutes. Moving my position from some slow water, I 

 took a cast in the throat of a stream formed by the pro- 

 jection of some rocks, not that I expected to rise a fish, 

 but to get the line out of my way as I scrambled over 

 some rough ground ; in fact the water, although rapid, 

 looked too shallow for the retreat of anything over a 

 pound weight. With surprise I rose a fine brook trout 

 (Salmo fontinalis}. Of course such a fish was not to be 

 despised, so I gave him a second chance, and had the 

 satisfaction of succeeding in striking him. With my 

 strong tackle and rod I treated him cavalierly, and, 

 in about ten minutes, had the pleasure of handling 

 and canvassing his weight, which was a trifle over five 

 pounds. 



I never remember to have seen a fish of more brilliant 

 colouring and beautiful proportions, and I have little doubt 

 that on a seven-ounce trout-rod he would have given a 

 good half-hour's pleasure. These streams or those which 

 lie in this portion of the American continent swarm 

 with trout, more particularly when you ascend some distance 

 above the tideway ; and from information I have re- 

 ceived from fishermen who are acquainted with these waters 



