38 DAYS IN THE OPEN 



about the fishing at Digby. Did you ever catch 

 pollock that were run by ninety-horse-power steam 

 engines? Pollock that would strike so hard that 

 they dislocated the fisherman's shoulders when he 

 tried to check them up a bit? Did you ever catch 

 a codfish weighing two hundred and seventy 

 pounds ? Now this is not about pollock or codfish, 

 and it is just possible that one figure ought to be 

 taken off the weight of that cod. Do not ask that 

 we tell about the day's fishing on the Bay of Fundy, 

 for we must not do it. We " could a tale unfold," 

 but it shall not be unfolded here lest we never get 

 to that town-meeting. 



It was at the supper table in a Fredericton hotel 

 that the existence of Blue Rock Pool first became 

 known to the Preacher. He had opened his heart 

 to the whole company and begged of them infor- 

 mation concerning the trout fishing in that locality. 

 One guest said that by driving out to the northeast 

 four miles trout could be gotten in limited numbers 

 and of small proportions. Another suggested go- 

 ing up the St. John's River some ten miles. There 

 was much talk of what had been done in time past, 

 and much regret expressed that the Preacher had 

 not come in June or waited until later. The time 

 was very unfavourable it always is. Under such 

 consolation the mercury in the ministerial ther- 

 mometer sank out of sight. When supper was 

 over and the Preacher was leaving the table, a small 

 man who had not said a word during the entire 



