9 o ECHOES OF SPORT 



stream than to the dry fly itself, as most wet 

 fly fishers cast downstream. 



As yet I have not mentioned the crack fish 

 of all, sea trout. There is nothing to touch 

 him for real liveliness, for silvery beauty, or 

 for delicacy of flesh. I would rather fish for 

 him, catch him, eat him, than any other 

 fish that swims. As far as the first two pre- 

 ferences go I have not had the same chances 

 as with salmon and other trout ; the biggest 

 sea trout that has yet come to my basket has 

 not been more than a pound and a half, and 

 four in one day the highest number, so hope 

 still lures me on to greater things with these 

 princely fish. 



Here my kaleidoscope of fresh-water fish- 

 ing comes to an end. How much I owe of 

 health and happiness to some of the days here 

 recorded, how grateful I am to those good 

 friends who have so often placed such days 

 within my reach, I could never tell. The hills 

 of my Northland are inexpressibly dear to my 

 heart, but the second place is unreservedly 

 given to her rivers and waters. 



