236 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



fishing on the choicest pools down the river, 

 with but a single 9-lb. fish. I confess, reader, 

 although generally a very modest man, that I 

 felt very proud just then. Would not you, 

 under similar circumstances ? 



The next morning, a fine one, 4.30 o'clock 

 found me, with the rod spliced, alongside the 

 boat, ready for another experience, and I was 

 soon anchored near where the first capture 

 was made. The Yellow-leg was the first 

 tried, and started a fellow sufficiently to'show 

 me his whereabouts, but I could not get him to 

 take ; then a White Admiral was tried, which 

 he treated entirely with contempt. The next 

 selection was a small-size double-hook Grey 

 Doctor. When this was worked up near 

 where he had shown himself, he came like 

 a porpoise, and was hooked. All of 40 yards 

 of line was out, so, as he seemed pliable, the 

 reel was kept at work, and he came within 

 a few yards of me, when suddenly he started 

 at rail-road pace up into the lake, jumped and 

 raced, double-jumped and ran, until he had 70 

 yards out, then turned direct for a salmon net 

 which was setting from the foot of an island 

 towards the head of the pool, and entangled 



