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soon comes on a sparkling forest brook overhung byl 

 waving fern fronds, and little pools with a bottom of | 

 golden gravel. The trout is sure to be here, and on 

 your approach darts under the shelter of the projecting 

 roots of the mossy bank. A little further, and a winding 

 lane of still water skirted by graceful maples and birches, 

 leads to the open expanses of the lake, where the gloom 

 of the heavy woods is exchanged for the clear daylight. 

 This is the "run in," in local phraseology, and here the 

 lake trout resort as a favourite station at all times of the 

 year. A basket of two or three dozen of these specified 

 beauties is your reward for having found your way to 

 these wild but enchanting spots. 



Though, as has been observed, the trout of America is 

 more a lake than a river fish, yet the gently running water 

 at the foot of a lake just before the toss and tumble of a 

 rapid is reached is a favourite station for trout. Such 

 spots are excellent for fly-fishing ; I have frequently taken 

 five dozen fine fish in an hour, in the Liverpool, Tangier, 

 and other noble rivers in Nova Scotia, from rapid water, 

 weighing from one to three pounds. 



Towards midsummer the fish begin to refuse fly or 

 bait, retiring to deep pools under the shade of high rocks, 

 sickened apparently by the warmth of the lake water. 

 As, however, the woods, especially in ^he neighbourhood 

 of water, are at this season infested with mosquitoes 

 and. black flies, a day's "outing" by the lake or river 

 side becomes anything but recreative, if not unbearable. 

 The twinge of the almost invisible sand-fly adds, too, 

 to our torments. In Nova Scotia the savage black- 

 fly (Simulium molestum) disappears at the end of June, 

 though in New Brunswick the piscator will find these 



