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rapid, roaring river, with its tributary of Rattling Run, and 

 while I was beginning to scan the lay of the grounds for de- 

 ciding where to pitch tents, behold our comrades ! They 

 came fishing along, towing four salmon on the gaff, while 

 the general played a fifteen-pounder all the way down from 

 the falls, a mile up the river. 



It having become midday, we compared notes and took 

 dinner. At dinner we discussed the almighty salmon in all 

 his aspects from his seclusion in corners of the earth, where 

 he is protected by flies and an almost impenetrable wilder- 

 ness, to his high game, and, finally, the epicurean appearance 

 he lends to the dinner-table. Our dinner consisted of 



Saumon d la maitre d'hotel. 



Saumon frit. 



Saumon au gratin. 



Jambon brulee. 



Les oignons de Bermude. 



Biscuit de mer. 



Le pain et du beurre. 



Du the et du sucre. 



Having twenty -seven miles of rapids against which to 

 transport our stores, our potatoes and our claret were left at 

 the mouth of the river, besides our desiccated meats, soups, 

 vegetables, and fruits preserved in cans. Even our old Ja- 

 maica rum was left, and the only diffusible stimulant was gin 

 Holland gin ! But, in order that our coffee, milk, and the 

 numerous luxuries laid in for the campaign should be on 

 hand for the glorious Fourth of July, we divided our men 

 and canoes, half to transport our provisions from the mouth 

 to the camps, and the other half to serve in the way of pad- 

 dling us to our places for angling, gaffing our salmon, and 

 pitching our tents, waiting on us, cooking, etc. 



The general and the doctor had so excited my friend the 

 banker and myself with stories of captivating sports, that, 

 immediately after dinner, we hardly thought of a cigar, but 



