184 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



rivers in the south and in the early summer a 

 large number of salmon and sea trout run up, 

 but like most Newfoundland rivers that I saw, 

 the pools alternated with long shallow runs, 

 where no fish would lie. There were certainly 

 some beautiful pools, so it was a disappointment, 

 more especially as regards dinner, that I only 

 rose one fish and hooked another which broke 

 away. Steve unfortunately cut his foot with 

 the small axe in making camp. It looked 

 nothing, but on his way up the river the wound 

 opened and bled rather freely. I fixed him 

 up with a pad and a bandage, and dressed it 

 on our return to camp with 1/1000 corrosive 

 sublimate solution made from tabloids, without 

 which I never travel. 



We had only about half-an-hour to fish if we 

 would get back to camp, some four miles away, 

 before dark, so we really did not give the water 

 a fair chance. We did not get into camp till 

 about 8.30. Steve declared he was first-rate 

 at slapjacks, so while I prepared a square of 

 Lazenby's soup he set to work on the slapjacks. 

 After using half a tin of butter he produced a 

 sodden mass of dough, on which and the soup 

 we made a poor meal. 



The flies and mosquitoes were very trouble- 

 some, but Farlow's "dope" was fairly successful. 



Our camping ground was too near the river 



