Salmon -Fishing. 4 1 9 



PERCE KOCK, SOUTH OF GASPE BASIN. 



certain point. In the hazy distance was the indistinct line of the 

 Gaspe Cliffs, and our steamer rapidly making her way to the Gulf. 

 The sun lighted up most beautifully the intense green of the forests, 

 which were broken here and there by neat white cottages and their 

 surrounding patches of still brighter green. Although the very last 

 of June, the foliage was not yet burned by the summer's sun, and the 

 grass was but just greening. 



Six miles from the settlement the road became a mere path, and 

 we took to our saddles, which the thoughtful George had stowed in 

 our two- horse wagon. Two miles farther and we were at the first 

 pool of the river called the High Bank Pool. We determined at 

 once to try it and throw our virgin fly for salmon. Setting up our 

 rods, we scrambled down the steep gravel bank with the enthusiasm 

 of school-boys. Insects of various sorts were there long before us, 

 and soon we were compelled to send Coffin up the bank for our 

 veils. The veils used are of the thinnest silk barege, in form of a 

 bolster-case open at both ends, which are gathered upon rubber 

 cords. One cord goes around the hat-crown and the other around 

 the neck under the collar. These veils perfectly protect the face 

 from insects, but do not allow smoking, and interfere slightly with 

 the vision ; I therefore discarded them, and now use a brown linen 

 hood with cape buttoning under the chin. The pests were so per- 

 sistent that we were glad to put on linen mitts, which tie around the 

 elbow and leave only the finger-tips exposed. Finally, the little 

 brutes drove us to anointing our finger-tips with tar and sweet-oil, a 

 bottle of which usually hangs by a cord from a button of the angler's 

 coat. A philosophical friend once insisted that it only required th< 

 exercise of strong will to endure the pests, and that protection was 



