DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



ered a more arrant coward. He may, like 

 evil, have his mission in this world, but it is 

 not the angler's province to classify it. He is 

 a guilty wretch any intelligent jury would 

 justifiably convict without hearing the evi- 

 dence. He is omnivorous, and can be cap- 

 tured with almost any bait, dead or alive, 

 scorning nothing unless it be the artificial fly; 

 and while in a manner protected, it is by a 

 law "more honored in the breach than in the 

 observance." 



The Indians net great quantities for dog 

 meat. They net him, spear him, pitch-fork 

 him, so he can make room for a better species. 

 There are no recognized rules of warfare or 

 of sport where the pike is involved, even the 

 application of dynamite and rough-on-rats 

 being advocated, and the sole objection to 

 those agents is that the innocent might suffer 

 with the guilty. That is my unbiased opin- 

 ion of Mr. Pike of Nepigon, Ont., as a purely 

 sporting proposition, and with no intention 

 of discrediting his qualities in the fish market. 



The pike-perch, another denizen of these 

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