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when the salmon are running. The entire 

 river is leased for its fishing, and guardians 

 paid by leaseholders patrol their districts with 

 great care to see that no poaching takes place 

 while you are in their several pools. At the 

 end of our water journey we pitched camp, 

 and while smoking after supper we had a visit 

 from the local guardian. We tried to bribe 

 him to let us cast for a single catch, but all our 

 oratory and moral or immoral suasion was of 

 no avail; for he was loyal to his holder, and 

 when asked to take a social drink, held up his 

 hands, turned his back, as much as to say 

 "Get thee behind me, Satan," and told the fol- 

 lowing story: " Last year a party of hunters 

 got John Smith, a guardian, drunk, and fished 

 all night; you can't fool me." The next morn- 

 ing the writer was surprised while looking for 

 fresh tracks on the river shore to find a valu- 

 able breastpin in the form of two hearts, half 

 imbedded in the silver sand among the pebbles 

 on the shore. Naturally the thought occurred, 

 how could a pin of this sort be lost in the home 

 of the moose? The owner of such a pin could 

 be none other than one of the fair sex, and 



