238 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



Concluding discretion the better part of valour, 

 he told me to " take the salmon, and get out." 

 " All right, sir. Now I tell you to get up that 

 net, and get out of this neighbourhood, or I'll 

 have you arrested any way." Before he went 

 back to camp, he took up the net, and left for 

 other parts that p.m. The salmon weighed 

 131 Ibs., a very pretty-shaped fish. 



After this episode the pool was fished in all 

 the likely resting-places, only one being 

 started, which, being pricked, prevented my 

 getting him to come again. The afternoon 

 before and that forenoon every little eddy and 

 run was literally alive with trout, feeding on 

 a little brown fly, closely resembling what 

 anglers call the " cow-dung " fly, that at 

 this time, in June, yearly settle on this pool in 

 millions ; and these swarms of trout out of the 

 Nine-mile Ponhook Lake, apparently knowing 

 of the time of their arrival, are there, as we 

 stated, to receive them. Putting on a single 

 cast, and a fly closely resembling the natural 

 one, I was soon into lively business. 



Having no landing-net, and my gaff too 

 large for most of them, placed me at a dis- 

 advantage. As soon as my fly touched the 



