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driving I cannot say, but in a long experience 

 of railway travelling I never have been so jolted, 

 the driver seeming to take a special pleasure 

 in pulling up with a jerk sufficient to knock 

 over any one standing up, and then to start, if 

 possible, in a rougher manner. However, no 

 one seemed to mind, and after all passengers 

 should be grateful for having a line at all. 

 My mouth watered at accounts I heard of sea 

 trout fishing, about three hours by launch from 

 Port aux Basques. I was told that a few days 

 previously three rods got 110 sea trout, averag- 

 ing three pounds, in the Garia River, in a few 

 hours. 



Getting away at 8.15 we passed all along the 

 west coast, through a most beautiful country, 

 teeming with salmon rivers, most of them I fear 

 much over- fished, for the west coast rivers are 

 the favourite haunts of the American angler, 

 being easily reached from New York and 

 Boston. 



Thompson's Hotel, prettily situated on the 

 Little Codroy River, looked particularly attrac- 

 tive, and two American anglers got off there. 

 I was told there was a late run of big fish in 

 August, an exception, for as a rule all the 

 Newfoundland rivers are early ones. 



At Crabbes a local guide, on the look-out 

 for a job, deeply deplored the fact that Crabbes 



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