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should be neglected for the better-known Little 

 and Big Codroy Rivers. He assured me there 

 were two rivers, the one ten minutes, the other 

 about two minutes, from the station, " crawl- 

 ing " of course with fish, and that a thirty-five 

 pound salmon had been caught by a local 

 angler a few days before. No doubt he was cry- 

 ing up his own wares. There was neither hotel 

 nor boarding-house at Crabbes — camping out 

 was necessary, but the country is a lovely one, 

 and what could be more enjoyable than a 

 comfortable camp on the banks of the river 

 if only the fish were there and the water in 

 fishing trim. Black flies and mosquitoes must 

 not, however, be lightly put aside, for they are 

 the curse of the island in the summer months. 



As we slowly bumped our way north, the 

 scenery became more and more beautiful, until 

 it culminated in the views as the train skirted 

 the Humber River, then along Deer Lake, 

 gradually rising towards the barrens of the 

 centre of the island. All along the sides of the 

 railway the ground was carpeted with wild 

 flowers, a perfect blaze of colour. Nightfall 

 found us at the north end of the Grand Lake, 

 where is situated " The Bungalow," a sporting 

 hotel recently established, which from the train 

 looked most comfortable. 



The food in the dining-car was quite good, 



