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Salmon -Fishing. 





THE STRATEGIC ANGLER. 



effeminate. The second day, he looked much the worse for wear, his 

 handsome face disfigured with swellings, and his eyes almost closed 

 from the poison of 

 the bites. 



We now work- 

 ed away in com- 

 parative comfort 

 until I saw Lazell, 

 who was a few hun- 

 dred feet distant, 

 suddenly dash off 

 his hat and com- 

 mence slapping 

 his head with both 

 hands as if deter- 

 mined to beat out 

 his brains. I con- 

 cluded that he must have had a rise, and that, contrary to his 

 custom, he had become excited. Going to him, I found that the 

 black flies, baffled at all other points, had found the ventilating 

 eyelet-hole upon each side of his hat-crown, and had poured in 

 through them in hordes upon the top of his unprotected head. 

 Getting no rise, I climbed up the bank to await my more perse- 

 vering friend. (It may be noted, in passing, that we learned a few 

 days later that we had not cast within several hundred feet of that 

 part of this pool where salmon usually lie.) Soon my friend's head 

 appeared over the bank with apparently a good stout stick thrust 

 completely through it, hat and all, as if some stray Micmac had shot 

 him with a roughly made arrow. The solution of this was that 

 Lazell had plugged up the holes in his -hat with a broken rod, and 

 thus cut off the flies from their favorite foraging grounds. 



It is a fact not generally known that the farther north you go, 

 the larger and more venomous are the mosquitoes. According to 

 the late lamented Captain Hall, of Arctic fame, one knows little of 

 the annoyance of these insects who has not been in Greenland dur- 

 ing the summer months. After a summer upon the Gaspe streams, 

 a person of even large inquisitiveness doesn't long for any more in- 

 formation upon that branch of natural history. They are so trouble- 



