The Land of the Winanishe 



rush of water, until the ever-changing set 

 of the current tosses them on the rocks, 

 or carries them off down stream. Pool, 

 in the angler's usual understanding of the 

 term, there is none ; for the deep river, 

 over a quarter of a mile wide, is totally 

 unlike a salmon or trout stream. At first 

 he is rather bewildered by the interlacing 

 currents running in every direction, bear- 

 ing along streaks of froth, which gathers 

 in patches as dazzling as snow, that re- 

 volve slowly for a minute or two, then 

 suddenly dissolving, go dancing in long 

 white lines over the short ripples. 



"a saute, Monsieur:" no splash marks 

 the rise, but a broad tail appears and dis- 

 appears where a winanishe is busy picking 

 flies out of the foam ; then another and 

 another still. They are " making the 

 tour " round the whole system of minor 

 eddies and currents, sometimes staying a 

 minute in some large patch of froth where 

 the flies are thick, sometimes swimming 

 and rising rapidly in a straight current 

 line, and finally going out on the tops of 

 the long glassy rollers at the tail of the 

 main eddy into the white water of the 

 main current, which carries them back 

 again to the other end of the remou. The 

 fish when fresh-run make these feeding- 



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