CHAPTER VII 



FISHING. II 



SALT WATER 



THE first time I ever did any sea fishing was 

 in the sounds of New Zealand. It is a good 

 many years ago now, but I remember hauling 

 up many strange monsters of the Antipodean 

 deeps off the sides of the Governor's yacht, 

 or out of its dinghy. Cod and haddock, or 

 things like them, we caught in numbers, and 

 my most vivid recollection is that of brilliant 

 pink fish called trumpeters. Thus far my 

 memory goes of the sport of those far-away 

 seas, amid splendid scenery of mountains 

 whose lower slopes were like ferneries, im- 

 penetrable with luxuriant semi-tropical 

 vegetation. 



The last two years luck has given me an- 

 other chance of sea fishing on our own north- 



