CHAPTER XIX 

 SPEARING SALMON IN THE NORTHWEST 



THE Siwash Indians with their packhorses, carrying 

 our outfit, having failed to turn up on Friday night, 

 the next morning we were speculating as to whether 

 they would come at all, and if they did, would the 

 dunnage bags be brought in with their contents safe 

 and sound ? 



However, the great salmon " run " was on and it was 

 an interesting sight, and after breakfast we spent 

 some time in watching the brilliant scarlet-coated sock- 

 eyes, with their green heads and tails this being their 

 nuptial color and the huge " spring salmon " working 

 along the gravelly bottom to the outlet of Bear Lake 

 which was but a few hundred yards from the camp. 



It is against the law nowadays to spear salmon, but 

 our supplies not having arrived, and the need of some- 

 thing to eat being a fitting excuse, we thought we 

 might try to secure three or four of the royal fish. 

 The first thing that happened furnished us with the 

 most ludicrous sight I ever witnessed. 



Dr. W. R. Roe, one of our pair of " Falstaffs," after 

 watching the fish for some time, went to the camp and 

 removed part of his clothes. He then put on a cotton 



