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in Detroit Eiver. Our success was varied. On the afternoon 

 of the first day, near snndown, we took twenty-five White 

 Bass, with the artificial fly, in a creek on the Canada side 

 opposite the town. They were all of a size — eight of them 

 weighing jnst seven pounds. The fly was a rough affair of 

 my own make, the wings being of the end of a peacock's tail 

 feather. We afterwards learned that we had been fishing in 

 preserved waters ; the Canadian fishermen, who supplied the 

 Detroit market, had caught the fish with a net in the river, 

 and had turned them loose in the back-water of the creek and 

 placed some brush across, so as to have them ready when 

 there was a demand for them. 



I have passed Detroit since, and tried to identify the place ; 

 I think the railroad depot at Sandwich, on the Canadian side, 

 is near it ; the creek has been drained off, or has become a 

 mere ditch or uninhabited water, and the lieutenant, in the 

 course of promotion, has become a great general. I wonder 

 if, amidst the arduous duties of the present, he ever thinks 

 of that quiet afternoon ? 



