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seated in the stern of the boat, rod firmly grasped, 

 determination in his eye, while his aged sire works 

 the oars. To and fro over the waters for a little 

 time, then the rod bends sharply back, and far be- 

 hind a quivering mass of colour springs into the air 

 and falls back with a mighty splash. " I've got 

 him!" cries the Junior, and "Hang on!" cries 

 the Senior. And he does hang on. Great boy, 

 that! He's as quiet and self-controlled as if only 

 purloining cookies out of the jar in the pantry. 

 It must be confessed that the fond father gave a 

 little aid in landing the victim, but what of that? 

 A noble two-pounder is lying in the bottom of 

 the boat, and if there is a prouder mortal in 

 the universe than that boy it is his venerable 

 father. 



But it is the house-boat concerning which we set 

 out to write. Be it known that the Canadian 

 Pacific Railway Company maintains a finely fur- 

 nished house-boat on the Kootenay waters for such 

 visitors as may desire to realize the utmost of 

 human happiness. Can you see it in your mind's 

 eye? Sixty feet long by about twenty in width, 

 four staterooms with two berths each, servants' 

 quarters, kitchen, pantry, storerooms, toilets, 

 cabin. On the upper deck are chairs, and here, 

 under the shade of the awning, we rest after the 

 arduous labour of doing nothing. The house- 

 boat is towed to any point on river or lake which 

 you may select, and tied up to the shore. The 



