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to civilisation very shortly afterwards. With that 
reticence peculiar to fishermen, he said little about 
what he had seen—further than stating that it was 
almost human in appearance, and since then he has 
spent much time in reading works on natural his- 
tory, without having solved the problem. It would 
be better for science if fishermen were less shy about 
letting the world know of the wonderful things 
they see. How different the sailor, he reports at 
once, and while his monsters all appear to belong 
to a species held in disrepute, and their appear- 
ances are attributed by many to the sailor’s habits, 
nevertheless his discriptions are of absorbing inter- 
est. : 
My second day was spent fishing a small lake in 
the woods which carried a large stock of brook 
trout. They afforded good sport although small. 
The drive to Marysville was through forest practi- 
cally all the way. At times we disturbed some 
blue grouse on the road, stopping to shoot them. 
Once a couple of golden eagles flew over us and lit 
in a big tree near by. As I wanted a specimen, I 
stalked them, and succeeded in bringing one down 
with a small shot. 
After a delightful drive, we emerged at length 
from the forest on a sort of promontory covered 
with scrub. At the foot of this flowed the Snake, 
and beyond there was a fine view of the valley. 
We could see the little village, and about a mile 
from it the railway station, at which stood the 
train, and I must say I was sorry to bid the wilds 
good-by, and to be hurried back to civilisation. 
