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and found that he had shot both the previous winter 
at the mouth of the canyon. He added that there 
were a few sheep in the canyon, but that it was im- 
possible to reach them, in fact he said that there was 
practically no game about the place, excepting an 
oceasional deer or elk. This was disquieting in- 
formation, but on discussing it afterwards, we de- 
cided that sporting visitors were not wanted and 
that we had been misinformed. 
The river here looked like a splendid salmon 
stream with its beautiful pools, so we at once set 
about getting rods and trying the trout, as salmon 
do not rise to the fly in Western American streams. 
My rod was on the first pack horse to arrive, but 
my reel and fly-hook were on another, which did not 
come for half an hour. During this time, H., 
having secured his rod, disappeared. At last I was 
ready, and selecting a splendid pool, made a catch 
of a nice pound trout almost at once, but although 
I fished for an hour and a half longer, I had not 
another rise. This fish was a fine specimen of the 
cutthroat species which abound in the tributaries 
of the Columbia River, and which sometimes attain 
great size. 
Returning to camp, I found the tents all up and 
a splendid fire going under a few lonely pines. F. 
was arranging a lot of cones he had collected and 
H. had just arrived with a fine string of trout, 
either the place he had selected was more suitable, 
or the flies better. Dinner being ready, we did it 
that justice warranted only by hard work. .The 
trout, fresh from the river, were delicious, and we 
