FISHERMAN'S LUCK 129 



an instant I was fast to the best land-locked 

 salmon of the year. . . . My rod weighed only 

 4^ ozs. ; the fish weighed between 6 Ibs. and 7 Ibs. ; 

 the water was furious and headstrong ; I had only 

 thirty yards of line, and no landing-net. 



" ' Hola ! Ferdinand] I cried. ' Apporte la nette, 

 vite ! A beauty ! Hurry up / ' . . . 



" A dozen times he leapt from the water, but at 

 last he was played out, and came in quietly 

 towards the point of the rock. At the same 

 moment Ferdinand appeared with the net. . . . 

 Ferdinand is the best netsman in the Lake St. 

 John country. . . . Just at the right instant he 

 made one quick, steady swing of the arms, and 

 the head of the net broke clean off the handle 

 and went floating away with the fish in it ! 



" All seemed to be lost ; but Ferdinand was 

 equal to the occasion. He seized a long crooked 

 stick that lay in a pile of driftwood on the shore, 

 sprang into the water up to his waist, caught the 

 net as it drifted past, and dragged it to land, with 

 the ultimate ouananiche, the prize of the season, 

 still glittering through its meshes. This is the 

 story of my most thrilling moments as an angler." 



The picture represents the thrilling moment 

 when the ouananiche was led into temptation by 

 the grasshopper. 



