THE RIVER 



the air. Big trout rolling up where you 

 could barely get the fly out to them. . .' 



MacDougal caught the word. Their 

 antiphony went without pause, the others 

 listening: — 



'Off the mouth of the cold stream, wasn't 

 it, — where the water deepens beyond the 

 lily pads?' 



'Yes! Yes! just where the eddy circling 

 round the bay meets the current alongside 

 the big boulder.' 



'The sound of the rapid kept swinging 

 toward you and away again, like the swell 

 of an organ opening and closing.' 



'The jack-pines on the sky-line showed 

 every little tuft against the green light in 

 the north-west.' 



'And the shadows were creeping up the 

 deadwater till you couldn't tell where the 

 river ended and the woods began.' 



'Mosquito hawks wheeled and dived, 

 and a white-throat sang O -Canada- Canada- 

 Canada from the last tsvig of a balsam.' 



'How keen good old Michel was as he 

 netted the fish! — Klles mordent a soir, il 

 faut bien les prendre quand elles sont de 

 bonne humeur.^ 



'I remember. . .and that huge old chap 

 cruising about, who made the three- 

 pounders look like minnows.' 

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