DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 

 I. 



BEFORE starting up the river, we will relate 

 an incident and register a promise. The first 

 thing attracting our attention after leaving 

 the railway station at Nepigon village was a 

 string of speckled trout basking in the sun 

 and dirt on the porch of the tavern opposite. 

 There were eight, the largest one weighing 

 possibly a pound and a half. Presently a tall, 

 rather distinguished looking gentleman came 

 forward, and with a pocket-scale weighed the 

 largest one. We caught a glimpse of the 

 graduate on the scale ; it registered one and a 

 half pounds, including dirt. "Well," said the 

 rather distinguished looking gentleman, "he's 

 a two-pounder, all right." Without a word 

 of disapproval from the defunct victim, and 

 unconscious or indifferent to the fact that he 

 was delivering his piscatorial misstatement 

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