RUNNING THE RAPIDS. 163 



Next June we hope to renew some of the pleas- 

 ant scenes through which we have passed, one . or 

 two of which I may allude to in these pages. 



It just occurs to me, that I have digressed to an 

 alarming extent, and left the madam to entertain 

 Joseph, while I have been cramming you, my gen- 

 tle reader, with my individual opinion and that of 

 a few friends, on a subject whereon even doctors 

 disagree, and you yourself may believe, excuse me, 

 in your ignorance, t(f)out au contraire. 



So, if you please, we will attend to our fishing. 



" How many have we now, Joseph? " 



" Nine, and all good fish." 



"Did you count the one you dropped over- 

 board?" 



"No." 



" Well, that makes ten, and that's enough for our 

 forenoon sport. I reckon we will reel up, and go 

 home." 



Being obliged to kill the fish that are taken upon 

 the stream, we never take more than can be used 

 to advantage. 



A true sportsman intends that every fish caught 

 shall be eaten by some one. And many of our 

 friends hundreds of miles away have tasted the 

 fruits of our enjoyment. 



I. once kept two fish, weighing four pounds each, 



