A FISH ON THE BLACK DOCTOR 153 



Hitherto the sport has been of one kind 

 only. I propose varying it in this narrative, 

 by introducing scenes of an exciting character, 

 in which larger game than the ordinary salmon 

 enter. 



During the month of May, with two young 

 companions, sturdy fellows, we were found 

 fishing on this La Have pool recently 

 described. We had occupied the boats 

 unmolested, and with the consent of Messrs. 

 Davison, who controlled them for two days, 

 having had more than ordinarily good luck. 

 One Wednesday afternoon I walked with a 

 lady friend to the mill, hoping to see the 

 boys capture a fish. While there, F. was in 

 the boat on the upper pool with old Lew the 

 Indian, and I was to use the lower one with 

 Tom the Indian. My lady companion and 

 I sat on a lumber pile near a pool, and just 

 opposite F.'s boat, when up came a fish in 

 the pool close by. My rod was at Lew's 

 house near by, so I got it, and began fishing 

 from the end of a pile, which brought me 

 within easy reach of the pool. After making 

 a few casts with a Black Doctor, up came 

 the fish. I gave him the fly for an instant, 



