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made an early start and left the foot of the pond just 

 as day was breaking. We had not proceeded far when 

 the writer thought he could occasionally see the water 

 break w r ith a splash in close proximity to the canoe. 

 Seated as he was in the bow, he turned to the native 

 who was handling the paddle in the stern, and in- 

 quired whether there were any fish in the pond. 

 " Fish? No sir, no fish, sir." Presently, when about 

 half w r ay up the pond, and just as the sun was peeping 

 over the eastern horizon, he saw not six feet from the 

 bow of the canoe a magnificent salmon rise to the 

 surface, and with a swish of his tail, disappear to the 

 depths. Again he turned to his friend with the re- 

 mark, "Daddy, did I understand you to say that there 

 were no fish in this pond?" "No Fish, sir; no fish." 

 "Yes, but I beg your pardon I a moment ago 

 saw what I took to be a twelve or fifteen pound sal- 

 mon break the water not six feet 4rom the bow of the 

 canoe." " Oh, that was a salmon. There are plenty 

 of trout and salmon in all these waters, but no fish, 

 sir. You know we don't count anything as fish in 

 these parts but codfish, sir." 



CODFISH. 



The fisheries of Newfoundland are the grand staple 

 industry of the country, and about four-fifths of the 



