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fifty, two or three of which were three pounders, — 
but none of my fish weighed less than one and a 
half, or more than two and a half. We kept a 
bright lookout for teams passing, and succeeded in 
supplying several parties with trout for themselves 
and friends. It was customary to open the fish and 
clean them when they were brought in, and after- 
wards to keep them as dry as possible in a cool 
place. Everyone had the same experience that day, 
the fish were rising well, and could have been caught 
by the veriest tyro. 
After dinner we strolled through the balmy 
woods and arranged about the morrow. No matter 
how good the fishing at a certain place may be, one 
can meet with great disappointments, but we had 
found the Snake quite up to representations, and 
it had not been necessary for any one to apologise 
for it. I had heard much about trolling for sal- 
mon on the coast of British Columbia, but once I 
spent days going up and down a splendid bay in 
Vancouver Island without killing any,—they 
seemed to know that there was a ship to be caught 
~ by me at a certain time, so played their cards ac- 
cordingly. As the source of the river was only 
four or five miles above, and as the springs were 
of enormous dimensions, we decided to go there 
the following morning, and after seeing them, fish 
down. The drive was over a very little travelled 
road, which led through forest and meadow. The 
springs were in a deep pool at the foot of a hill, 
and the water was clear and very cold. From here ~ 
the river flowed away, wide and deep, as there was 
