7 'A AMERICAN GAME FISHES. 



Canadian skies, and the labor of angling here is as nothing 

 compared to that of climbing over logs and bowlders, and 

 tramping through jungles on your Canadian rivers. 



For thirteen seasons has the engineer caught the lordly 

 Salmon after the ancient and honorable manner of the Puy- 

 allups, the Dwuamishes, and the Lummies; which manner 

 consists of attaching a chalk-line to a spoon cut out of a piece 

 of tin, connected with a swivel. In connection with this 

 outfit is a stout club with which the sportsman batters in the 

 skulls of his victims. This is a very killing combination. 



Some kind individual, with malice aforethought, on the 

 publication of my Salmon-fishing sketch a year ago, sent me 

 an anonymous present of a fishing-rod, with reel and line 

 attached. It was a very pretty rod, and bore the name of a 

 popular eastern manufacturer. I felt proud of it, and ex- 

 hibited it to all my sportsmen friends. But alas! it is gone, 

 and should any brother sportsman in Alaska or Norway catch 

 a Tyee Salmon with this rod in tow, he will confer a favor 

 by returning it C. O. D. to Silalicum, Seattle, Washington, 

 and he may keep the fish. 



The engineer will now proceed to unfold the growing horror 

 of his tale. He will unveil the dire accident that caused him 

 to lose his beautiful rod, and made him an y object of mirth 

 and ridicule to some hundreds of cosmopolitans who wit- 

 nessed his degradation, and giggled, screamed, and chattered 

 at his shame. 



The new-born day had dawned clear and fair. A breath 

 of balm, wafted from fir and cedar forests, was in the air, 

 and a low north wind bore with it the fresh salt scent of the 

 sea. The stars were dying in the blue, and far across the 

 snow-crowned mountains in the east smiled the crimson blush 

 of morning. A dreamy stillness lay over the earth, sleep 

 ruled everywhere, and the bustling city lay wrapped in a 

 dream of calm. 



