4 1 8 Salmon -Fishing. 



Gaspe Head, which is at the immediate entrance of the Bay, we 

 sailed past long lines of small boats anchored at intervals of a few 

 hundred feet. Into these boats we could see with a glass the cod-fish 

 pulled at rapid rates. 



The last few miles of sea- coast is a rugged, nearly perpendicular 

 cliff, in some places over eight hundred feet in height, and resembling 

 somewhat the Dover Cliffs, but more remarkable in appearance. As 

 we turned Gaspe Head, the sun shone out warm and bright, the 

 water became more quiet, and our lady passengers were able to get 

 on deck, and to enjoy themselves for the first time since leaving 

 Quebec. 



So well had our kind friend Reynolds arranged matters, that all 

 our men, with horses for taking us with our luggage up the stream, 

 were awaiting us at the wharf. 



We delayed a little to receive the honest welcomes of a score or 

 more of the inhabitants, who, having learned that friends of Mr. 

 Curtis had arrived, lost no time in paying their respects. Our friend 

 Curtis has a way of going around the world, dispensing favors right 

 and left, and but few prominent persons in Gaspe had not at some 

 time received the much coveted permit for a day's fishing, accom- 

 panied with flies and leaders, or something else equally desired. We 

 were now to reap the reward of his thoughtfulness about little matters. 



One can be made uncomfortable by a thousand little annoyances, 

 and he will be, if in any way he gets the ill-will of the people near 

 his stream. If he acquires a reputation for bargaining and paying 

 small prices for services rendered, he had better at once give up his 

 stream and seek another as far from it as possible. Accompanied 

 with the honest hand-shake of some of the hardy fishermen was their 

 assurance that they should as usual expect all our worn-out flies and 

 frayed leaders upon our return from the river, and also any spare 

 fish we thought not worth sending home. Their universal "so long" 

 in place of good-bye amused us not a little, but why they use it or 

 whence it is derived we could not conjecture. 



Half a mile from the landing we stopped upon high ground near 

 the residence of Mr. Holt (then our efficient Consul at Gaspe), to 

 enjoy our surroundings. 



At our feet was the Bay, by common consent scarcely less beau- 

 tiful than the Bay of Naples, which it resembles when seen from a 



