52 Salmon Fishing. 



with coats and blankets to try and improvise 

 a bed on the floor of the cabin for the London 

 shop-keeper. 



When we were within an hour or two of 

 dinner-time, I felt sure that not a morsel could 

 I swallow with the remotest chance of my 

 profiting by it, were I compelled to join the 

 party I had breakfasted with in the morning, 

 within the confines of the hot, close cabin. 

 The happy thought struck me that as the sea 

 was not rough, and the steamer tolerably steady, 

 my friend and I might escape the dire dilemma 

 by asking the steward to bring us our dinner 

 on deck. 



Though in earlier days there was no greater 

 treat to me, if not " to paddle my own canoe," 

 at any rate to steer my own three-masted, sprit- 

 sail open yawl, when the wind was wild, and the 

 waves like heaving mountains, I had ever since 

 dreaded a short voyage in a steamer, to say 

 nothing of one of three days' duration. When 

 I look back however upon this expedition of 



