l%2 A DAY UP THE RIVER. 



above Rose Island and its rapids. It is 

 generally full of fish, who have now sur- 

 mounted every fall and rapid of the lower 

 river, and love to rest and enjoy themselves, 

 as the manner of their tribe is, as soon as 

 the difficulties are overcome. 



It is not, however, a #ery favourite place 

 for catching: it is so still throughout, and 

 so glassy, that it requires a dull day and a 

 stiff breeze, and very fine fishing into the 

 bargain. 



On the present occasion the whole pool 

 was alive with leaping salmon, splashing out 

 of the stream, throwing themselves a yard 

 above the surface, and glancing through it 

 like water-rockets. A salmon river is never 

 seen to such advantage as when the fish are 

 sporting, as it is called ; but it is a sight 

 execrated by the fisherman, for it is an in- 

 controvertible maxim that a sporting fish is 

 never a feeding fish. 



The Parson, however, had expected no 

 better from the character of the day, and 

 was sitting idly in the stern of the boat, 

 watching their gambols, when among them 

 his quick eye, detected the round broad 

 bubble of a true rise. 



