168 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



Starting off about 4 o'clock, I drove up to 

 the four-mile pool. The road was fairly good, 

 winding along above the river through the wood, 

 and the drive was most enjoyable. As we 

 gradually ascended, the view, looking back over 

 the south-east arm, was very beautiful, remind- 

 ing me very much of Scotch scenery in Suther- 

 land. 



The entire country was saturated from the 

 morning rain, and we started in our waders, 

 as George said we had swampy ground to pass 

 through before reaching the pool. Hitching 

 up the horse where a pathway branched off, we 

 plunged through a very wet swamp for a few 

 hundred yards down to the pool. 



The water was pouring down from the upper 

 loch, the pool was full of fish all on the move 

 for the run up to the higher waters, the evening 

 was closing in — the black flies and mosquitoes 

 were troublesome. Though I cast over many 

 fish I never got a rise. Getting home at dusk 

 I found an excellent dinner of roast fowl and 

 wild raspberries and cream awaiting me. 



The next morning we started early for the 

 seven- mile pool. The going was pretty rough 

 but the scenery very beautiful. We gradually 

 emerged from the woods on to the higher and 

 more open ground. A half-mile walk through 

 a very wet marsh brought us to the bank of the 



