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found. They run up with the tide and, while many 

 go back as the tide ebbs, a few remain in the pools. 

 It was in pursuit of these sea-trout that we sallied 

 forth on this Monday morning. The tide was full 

 when we reached the stream, the sun shone from 

 an unclouded sky, the wind had gone to sleep, and 

 the rank marsh grass hid innumerable pit-falls. 

 Picking our way along we cast industriously, in the 

 middle of the stream, near the right bank, near the 

 left bank, up stream, down stream and not the 

 suspicion of a response. Just to break the monotony 

 the Preacher stepped into a bog-hole and disap- 

 peared, temporarily, from view. In response to 

 the Judge's anxious query, " Where are you ? " a 

 smothered voice from the vicinity of the grass- 

 roots answered, " I'm right here." That ended 

 the marsh fishing for that day, and the disgusted 

 pair wended their way to a pool at the head of 

 tide-water, where their labour was not in vain. 

 A little after the noon hour the Judge said, 



" Now we'll go up to Mr. 's and get some 



lunch." If there is any home on the south shore 

 of Prince Edward Island where the Judge has not 

 a hearty welcome waiting for him we did not find 

 it. Under a tent on the lawn we sat at ease, 

 while the hospitable hostess brought forth great 

 dishes of luscious strawberries, pitchers of cream, 

 delicious bread and butter, and then mourned be- 

 cause we would not go into the house and have 

 something to eat. It was with that at-peace-with- 



