IN A FISHING COUNTRY 



them — in a moment he was seated on one, 

 with plenty of ammunition conveniently 

 at his elbow upon the other. A point-blank 

 fusillade opened into the brown of the pack, 

 continuing, with sights that were gradually 

 raised, so long as a wolf was left to shoot 

 at. For six pates, with ears to match, the 

 bounty was $90.00; but the real measure of 

 his satisfaction was the chastisement he had 

 managed to inflict upon these blood-thirsty 

 creatures who slaughter the helpless cari- 

 bou — often in mere lust of killing. It was 

 a great stroke of fortune, and surely an un- 

 lucky dinner-table for the thirteen, for not 

 one of the convives got off scot-free. 



It was entirely natural that Michel 

 should study Lac Emmuraille from a fish- 

 erman's point of view — all the more so 

 because the lower lake contains those rare 

 and beautiful Arctic charr which are prob- 

 ably identified as salvelinus nitidus] but 

 though his visits were many and the times 

 favourable, he saw nothing break the sur- 

 face, and was driven to conclude that the 

 water was barren. This opinion was con- 

 firmed by long and careful fishing from a 

 canoe in 1914. One is easily deceived in 

 such a quest unless the conditions be taken 

 into account. I have cast by the hour, 

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