68 FISHING WITH THE FLY. 



off, under the direction, tradition states, of Sir Gore 

 Ouseley, who first encamped here about twenty years 

 ago, with eighteen servants, retainers, and guides, of 

 whom my guide was one, and the cook. The stumps 

 haye rotted away, and the clearing is covered with tim- 

 othy and red-top grasses. We have cut much of this 

 with our knives, and intend to finish haying to-day. 

 The grass when cured is to be used in making our beds 

 more luxurious. The pool in front is nearly two hun- 

 dred feet across at one point, and in places ten or fif- 

 teen feet deep. In the centre and near the foot is a 

 rock island about seventy-five feet long. In the foot 

 of the pool between this rock and our camp large trout 

 have been seen at all hours of the day. 



Opposite our camp is quite a hill covered with spruce, 

 larch, and white birch. We have canvas beds, sup- 

 ported by crotched sticks about eighteen inches high, 

 upon which poles are laid and the canvas stretched. 

 5 P. M. I have filled two canvas sacks with hay for a 

 bed, and a pillow-case with the same, for a bolster. 

 These, with my small feather pillow, sheets, blankets, 

 and night-shirts, will render sleeping in the "bush" 

 Christian-like and endurable. 7 P. M. I have just cast 

 into the pool and caught a pound and a-half trout, 

 making for the day six trout, weighing nine pounds 

 four ounces, and have not fished in the aggregate one 

 hour. The guides, Captain and Fabian, have arrived 

 with the three canoes and all stores. 



Aug. 6th, 7.30 A. M. We have just finished break- 



