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become a roaring torrent, which George said 

 promised well for the fishing. 



After a five-mile drive we arrived at Fulford's 

 and I was warmly welcomed by Mr. Fulford 

 and his wife, really charming people. The 

 house was scrupulously clean. Fortunately 

 for me, I was the only guest, and I can only say 

 Mrs. Fulford gave me the best food I had in 

 Newfoundland, while her terms were even more 

 than moderate. The situation of the house 

 was very beautiful, overlooking the mouth of 

 the river, which was about a mile away. 



I naturally inquired first about the fishing. 



It seemed I was too late for the sea trout in 

 the river itself, at least in its lower reaches. 

 The sea trout run about July 14th, in great 

 numbers, but only for a short time. The 

 salmon run earlier. 



In the season Fulford's is crammed, anglers 

 sleeping anywhere all over the house, and 

 struggling with each other for the best water. 



The river, after a run of about four miles, 

 falls out of what are locally termed ponds — what 

 we would call lochs — and at this season of the 

 year all the fish were in these lochs. At 

 certain distances they are connected one with 

 the other by short runs of a few yards, and here 

 the fish lie. These are known as the four-mile, 

 five-mile, six-mile and seven-mile pools. 



