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Sea -Trout Fishing. 



south out of the lake, we turn our backs upon nothing between it 

 and Hudson's Straits, except the dreary solitudes of Labrador, with 

 a few peaceable Indian tribes scattered through them. In its fall of 

 two hundred feet through seven miles, between the outlet and the 

 home camp, the river breaks into magnificent pools, drained by 

 sharp, rough rapids, with long intervening stretches of deep-water 

 lurking-places (even so late) for salmon. Many of them of large 

 size are passed lying at the bottom motionless, as if cased in ice, or 

 heard breaking at night. A small one now and then absorbs the 



■--,_^^s----, --„ —. fly- I n no P art °f tne river are 



the sea-trout so large, bold, and 

 strong. They are no longer 



THE LAKE CAMP. 



the gray trout that sailed in with the tide. Their color is rich 

 and high beyond description, — backs a glittering bronze, shot 

 with gold, and crooked, dark streaks ; bellies like pearl, and fins 

 a fan of strong crimson, purple, and black spines. Their dazzling 

 vermilion spots "bid the rash gazer wipe his eye." As a new 

 puzzle for naturalists, some of the largest taken blush all exquisite 

 rose wherever white usually shines. The beginning of the fishing 

 and the verge of the pirate-pickerel's range is marked by a grand 

 bald crag, towering four hundred feet, and sinking sheer into water, 

 christened the Palisade Pool, where very large trout usually lie. 

 The next few miles are a favorite preserve, always stocked in the 

 season with a succession of splendid fish. The banks, still thickly 



