DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



manner of wearing them that his breeding 

 was royal, his pedigree unimpeachable a 

 finished gentleman from the bottom of the 

 river up to its very surface. 



During these proceedings the trout has 

 been a stranger, one among thousands, awak- 

 ening no sympathy, but the moment the land- 

 ing-net envelops him, he assumes a different 

 relationship. There are mutual looks of joy- 

 ful recognition. You are old friends; and 

 your kind heart moved to pity would smooth 

 his pathway and his declining years. Your 

 compassion taking the most practical and ef- 

 fective form, you administer a determined and 

 fraternal crack of the neck, and life, with its 

 glowing prospect and sufferings, is snuffed 

 out. He is officially and otherwise dead. 



With its beautiful location, excellent fish- 

 ing and various other features contributing 

 liberally to the angler's comfort and pleas- 

 ure, Island Portage is very rarely considered 

 more than a tarrying place on the route to 

 ether fishing grounds further up. Properly 

 equipped, the angler could spend many days 

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