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ment, that I caught no fish that day. Trout wouldn't bite 

 in such an east wind as that ! It was only when I learned 

 from the family at bed-time that the old man was a religious 

 monomaniac, who Rad long since gone crazy on that jDartic- 

 ular point, and all others in general, that I could conscien- 

 tiously compose my thoughts, and turn my attention to 

 sublunary things. I turned inverted commas over the iu- 

 cident, and herewith mark it original. 



A more satisfactory mode of fishing Westchester Lakes 

 would be to put up at Purdy's, and drive down from there in 

 a wagon. Purdy's is on the summit of the Cobequid Moun- 

 tains. From near his house a marvelous view can be had of 

 trackless forests dotted with lakes, and traversed by silvery 

 streams that meander to the waters of the Bay and Gulf in 

 the distance, which are spread out in cerulean expanse, and 

 flecked by white sails of vessels that gleam in the noonday sun. 

 Fountain Lake, six miles from the hotel, is a crystal sheet of 

 water filled with trout. There is scarcely a locality in the 

 Province that I could so earnestly recommend to a stranger. 

 It is wild as nature itself, without being barbarous; beau- 

 tiful, without being difficult of access; and it combines 

 salmon and trout fishing with all the creature comforts. 

 Captivating elysium ! 



The whole of Cumberland county comprises one of the 

 finest moose-hunting gi'ounds in the world. The sportsman 

 should take steamer to Parrsboro, where he can secure 

 guides and whatever additional outfit his circumstances 

 may require. 



Pleasant Parrsboro! with its gi-een hills, neat cottages, 

 and sloping shores laved by the sea when the tide is full, 

 but wearing quite a different aspect when the tide goes out ; 

 for then it is left perched thirty feet high upon a red clay 

 blufi", and the fishing-boats which were afloat before are 

 careened on their beam ends, high and dry out of water. 

 The long massive pier at Avhicli the steamboat lately landed, 

 lifts up its naked bulk of tree-nailed logs, reeking with greeu 



