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about 7 Ib.) shot out of water like a trout before it 

 came in hand over hand. It was not encouraging to 

 be informed that, although this man knew the water 

 and the methods of catching the fish, this was his only 

 sport during an excursion of three or four hours. 



I forgave the boatman's sneers at my toy tackle, 

 as he was good enough to term it, for we had not 

 been long afloat before I was persuaded that if these 

 Canadian anglers intend to make bags, their rude 

 fashion is the best. Yet I would have liked a fair op- 

 portunity of practising here the spinning to which we are 

 accustomed in England. Having to sit so still and 

 being unable to move, the triangles of my phantom were 

 continually hitching in loose weeds, and the constant . 

 hauling in of the bait to clear it spoiled the temper 

 and elevated the monotony to the dignity of pain. 

 It was very pretty looking at the beautiful maple 

 woods on the timbered land, and contrasting the green 

 shores with the blue water. The depth was seldom 

 over six or eight feet, but for density and tenacity such 

 forests of subaqueous growths I had never seen. 



Determining to stick to the English ways and 

 keep my phantom spinning as near thirty yards 

 behind the boat as I could, I was by-and-by 

 rewarded with a distinct pluck, and the soleskin bait 

 came back curiously mashed and doubled up, yet 



