THE LAND-LOCKED SALMON. IO5 



to the funnel-shaped whirl swiftly gyrating down-stream, the 

 air-bubbles hissing through the yellow water like the bead in a 

 glass of champagne. We are nearly half a mile down when 

 the canoe swings, with a sharp shock, into the up-eddy on the 

 opposite shore. 



"C'est la place de peche, Monsieur" says Narcisse, easing 

 off the grip of his teeth on his pipe; and Joseph, having fin- 

 ished drinking out of the rim of his hat, remarks that "on a 

 coutume de prendre des grosses ici" Wananishe, like Trout, 

 are of the fair sex in French, and are roughly classified into 

 petites, belles, and grosses. 



This is the famous Remou de Car on, or Caron's Eddy. 

 The big white waves surging round the rocky island, which 

 later on will become a point covered with bushes, are the tail 

 of the Caron Rapid, a crooked and dangerous one, because of 

 the height of its waves and the size of its tourniquets or whirl- 

 pools, which suck down saw-logs as if they were chips, cast- 

 ing them up a couple of hundred yards farther down, to be 

 caught in the eddies and swept again and again through the 

 wild rush of water, until the ever-changing set of the current 

 tosses them on the rocks or carries them off down-stream. 



Pool, in the angler's usual understanding of the term, there 

 is none; for the deep river, over a quarter of a mile wide, is 

 totally unlike a Salmon or Trout stream. At first he is rather 

 bewildered by the interlacing currents running in every direc- 

 tion, bearing along streaks of froth which gather in patches 

 as dazzling as snow, that revolve slowly for a minute or two, 

 then, suddenly dissolving, go dancing in long white lines over 

 the short ripples. 



" Ca saute, Monsieur." No splash marks the rise, but a broad 

 tail appears and disappears where a Wananishe is busy picking 

 flies out of the foam; then another, and another still. They 

 are making the tour round the whole system of minor eddies 

 and currents, sometimes staying a minute in some large patch 

 of froth where the flies are thick, sometimes swimming and 



