

CHAPTER XV 



FISHING FOR SEA-TROUT IN NEW BRUNSWICK RIVERS 



FOR many weeks the fishing fever had been dis- 

 turbing our minds and making our bodies restless. 

 Ever since the first bluebird had come north and 

 we had listened with delight to the ethereally 

 delicate song, we had talked and thought and 

 dreamed of fishing. (It was myself and wife that 

 were planning this dissipation.) While we were 

 debating the important question of where to go, a 

 friend suggested "a perfectly splendid place" in 

 New Brunswick, where trout of immense size and 

 unquestioned gameness could be found in virgin 

 pools of streams unknown to sportsmen. This 

 certainly sounded alluring. 



At last the day came and we started with glad 

 hearts, for all seemed to be going well, notwith- 

 standing certain small details which might have 

 annoyed some people who were not suffering from 

 a bad attack of fishing fever. 



In due course we arrived at Fredericton, and the 

 day following we headed north, going by very slow 



train to C , on the banks of the M River, 



arriving at midnight. Early next morning our 

 guide came to the hotel and said that, though the 

 season was a trifle early, he thought he could take 

 us to where we should catch some good trout. 



We took quite a fancy to this guide, who was a 



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