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without injury, and are there yet for the next fisher- 

 man. In the pool called the "Pork Barrel/' in 

 Vialon and almost in front of the Camp, late in the 

 afternoon one could take fish from a pound up to his 

 full satisfaction, and Sans Bout, with all its tribu- 

 taries, fairly swarmed with large trout. I did not 

 go to Sorcier this time, but made one trip down 

 Sans Bout, up the Noel River about three miles, and 

 then carried over to Moose Lake, a large, irregular, 

 and beautiful sheet of water fairly swarming with 

 fish, so numerous that they seemed to be insuffi- 

 ciently fed, so that one trout eighteen inches long 

 weighed only a pound and a half. After a late 

 luncheon and fishing in the lake a while, I started 

 down ahead of the others, and struck the Noel River 

 about four o'clock, when nearly the whole course of 

 the stream was in deep shadow. Perhaps half a 

 mile below the landing was a sharp curve, deep 

 water and with brush on both sides, and brush and 

 logs on shore and on the bottom. Here big trout 

 rose to every cast and, after taking and putting back 

 half a dozen, I had a tremendous strike and soon 

 discovered that three fish were hooked. The one on 

 the upper fly was a tremendous fellow, close on four 

 pounds, and to keep the others out of the brush I 

 had to hold him close to the surface. I had to give 

 the bunch the butt all the time, as they dashed from 

 one side to the other, constantly rushing toward 

 brush from which they had to be held by main 

 strength, with the tip of the rod curved down well 



