DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



tip to butt as it shouted, "Hold me tight, but 

 turn me loose !" 



The atmosphere above and below was de- 

 cidedly fishy. The trout in a highly recep- 

 tive mood, displaying an eager readiness, as 

 trout sometimes do, when the proper attrac- 

 tion is tendered, and we landed a half do>zen, 

 none of them large for the Nepigon, but each 

 discreetly chosen. It was a very gracious 

 renewal of our acquaintance with a very gra- 

 cious river. We were more than gratified 

 with our modest catch ; we were at peace with 

 all the world, and there came a sense of 

 thankfulness for the golden luck that had 

 crowned the day. It had been generously 

 kind, the fulfillment of hopes long cherished ; 

 and we never imposed upon it. 



Delightful in every way as Camp Alex- 

 andra is, the river beckons us on, and we 

 obey ; for further up it grows more and more 

 attractive, until we reach the culminating 

 point at Virgin Falls, the head of the river 

 and the paradise of the big trout. 



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