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paused only to exchange friendly greetings with two 

 fellow fishermen, and continuing through the dark, silent 

 waters of the Bittabock, dined at the Middle Landing, 

 where the stream pours seething in its narrow channel 

 between high rocky banks, and where it is said to be six 

 fathoms deep. We passed another angler at the Chain 

 of Rocks, and reached the Grand Falls and pitched our 

 tent on its precipitous shores by sundown. 



Wild indeed is the scenery at the Grand Falls, the 

 highest point the salmon reach. The falling water, in 

 long ages, has worn away a channel between high bluffs, 

 and now, in ordinary seasons, pours through a narrow 

 gorge that once could be leaped across, but which has 

 been blasted to admit the passage of timber. The sheet 

 of water falls in a mass of foam some forty feet, the spray 

 rising in volumes, and producing in the summer's sun a 

 beautiful mist rainbow. The granite rocks have been 

 worn in deep holes by revolving bowlders, and in winter 

 the whole chasm, filled with ice and water, must be 

 grand and impressive in extreme. 



There is a smaller, second fall, which the salmon occa- 

 sionally try to leap ; but they spawn in the pebbly beds 

 below, the whole course of the stream, especially at the 

 basin a short distance from the falls. 



The principal natural fly of the Nipisiquit is about 

 three-quarters of an inch long, has a yellow body and 

 orange tip, two short whisks and two long, yellow 

 antennge, six thick yellow legs, a large, black head, a 

 thick yellow body with nine rings, and four reticulated, 

 dull yellowish, transparent wings. They are not very 

 abundant, but there are many small nocturnal flies, that 

 will be drawn together with a light in swarms. 



