RUNNING THE RAPIDS. 163 



Next June we hope to renew some of the pleas- 

 ant scenes through which we have passed, one or 

 two of which I may allude to in these pages. 



It just occurs to me, that I have digressed to an 

 alarming extent, and left the madam to entertain 

 Joseph, while I have been cramming you, my gen- 

 tle reader, with my individual opinion and that of 

 a few friends, on a subject whereon even doctors 

 disagree, and you yourself may believe, excuse me, 

 in your ignorance, t(f)out au contraire. 



So, if you please, we will attend to our fishing. 



" How many have we now, Joseph? " 



" Nine, and all good fish." 



"Did you count the one you dropped over- 

 board?" 



"No." 



" Well, that makes ten, and that's enough for our 

 forenoon sport. I reckon we will reel up, and go 

 home." 



Being obliged to kill the fish that are taken upon 

 the stream, we never take more than can be used 

 to advantage. 



A true sportsman intends that every fish caught 

 shall be eaten by some one. And many of our 

 friends hundreds of miles away have tasted the 

 fruits of our enjoyment. 



I once kept two fish, weighing four pounds each, 



