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At Chatham, Mrs. Bowser received us hospitably and 

 noisily, and there we met some good sportsmen and fine 

 fellows. The sportsmen are the salt of New Brunswick 

 earth ; they have not a trait in common with the other 

 inhabitants, but are jovial, friendly and open-hearted. 

 One cannot know too many nor see too much of them. 

 We owed them many thoughtful attentions, which we 

 will repay to them or others of the race of fishermen, 

 passing on the obligation. 



Forty-five more miles of weary road, crossing in its 

 course the Tabasintac, that splendid trout stream, and 

 we reached Bathurst, where we found the guides await- 

 ing us at the "Wellington House, having received our 

 telegram, and next day we began " life in the woods " 

 once more. 



Our camp was pitched at the Hound Hocks, the lowest 

 fishing station on the Nipisiquit, whither we drove with 

 our luggage in a wagon, and met the canoes. Our rods 

 were hastily put together, and in Rock Pool, at the 

 second cast, I took a fine grilse. Others followed, and 

 next day came the salmon. Splendid fellows just from 

 the sea, their scales resplendent with the reflected light of 

 their ocean homes; solid, strong and brave, leaping 

 again and again, madly disdaining restraint, and fighting 

 fiercely till the last. The w r ater was strong; in some 

 places the rapids were impassable. Sad to tell, the fish 

 knew it, and alas, too often darted down them, whisking 

 their tails in joy at their recovered freedom. Our sport 

 was magnificent. 



After fishing the Hound Rocks and the Bush Falls, we 

 ascended the river to the Pabineau Falls, where we 



