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foam, the light boat leaping over the billows, the sky 

 magnificent in its depth of blue, the fresh breeze cool 

 and strong ; and the fish just hooked, furious, vigorous 

 and courageous, rushing hither and thither, plunging to 

 the bottom or springing high out of water. Then the 

 exciting chase as he takes off fortunately downwind, 

 and exhausts all but the few last turns of line on the reel 

 till it becomes a question of speed between him and the 

 boat, and at last his final surrender and capture. Truly 

 is it magnificent. 



Riviere du Loup, a little Canadian village situated 

 on the St. Lawrence, opposite the mouth of the Sague- 

 nay, is now connected with Quebec by railroad, and 

 is only a day and a half distant from E"ew York. It 

 affords good accommodations, but there is no place any- 

 where on the Saguenay or at its mouth where the trav- 

 eller can stop. The Canadians, although generally will- 

 ing to offer such accommodation as they possess, are too 

 dirty in their habits, and often too much beloved of 

 creeping things to suit American taste. So that as there 

 is little or no trout fishing at Riviere du Loup, the 

 angler must make his arrangements for a camp-life, and 

 would do well to descend the St. Lawrence in a pilot 

 boat, which he can hire with a man and boy for two 

 dollars a day, and stop at the mouths of all the streams 

 that debouche into it. The river is over twenty miles 

 wide, and he must look out for storms, as these boats 

 are open and by no means good sea boats. At night he 

 can go ashore, build a fire, put up his tent, and call into 

 requisition the numerous luxuries this mode of travelling 

 will enable him to carry. 



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