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how little they interfere with one's happiness. We 

 wereprepared for almost anything, so we did not 

 care. The first part was fairly easy going; my 

 companion and I walked along the bank, on the 

 rocks or in the water according to the conditions, 

 while the men pushed, pulled, poled and swore at 

 the canoe ; and so we proceeded, casting a fly 

 occasionally on the likely-looking pools, but with- 

 out results, except a few small trout, which no man 

 likes when he is out for salmon. How strange it 

 is that a man's attitude toward fish should change 

 so completely under different conditions. Let him 

 go out along his favourite stream near home and 

 come back at the end of a very hard day's work 

 with five or six trout, the largest perhaps not more 

 than twelve or fourteen inches long, and he feels 

 supremely happy; but let the same man, when 

 fishing for salmon, hook a two or three pound trout, 

 he indignantly flips it off in disgust. Yet what 

 would he not give to catch such a fish in the home 

 streams ? 



The severe rain made travelling rather hard, so 

 camp was made early near a good-looking pool, 

 from which we took a couple of small salmon just 

 before dusk. Next morning while breakfast was 

 cooking we got two more. The day was bright 

 and clear, so that we thoroughly enjoyed working 

 our way up stream. Toward noon we stopped at 

 a small and not very interesting-looking pool, and 

 while the inevitable pot of tea was being boiled 

 (that is the way they make it in the woods) my 

 friend tried the pool. The result was a perfect 

 surprise, for within two hours we caught fifteen 



