DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



snow-white, firm, flaky and hardly surpassed, 

 if indeed equaled among fresh-water fish. 

 Fresh from the water, the whitefish is par ex- 

 cellence; and right here in the home and 



haunt of the speckled trout, when I can have 



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Coregonus on my little rustic table, Safoelinus 

 fontinalis is treated with silent contempt. 



The caddis flies register about the middle 

 of July, and are assigned upper rooms. Our 

 camp, not more than thirty feet from the 

 river, they never visited; nor did they even 

 return our calls ; but keeping directly over the 

 river course, formed an unbroken column its 

 entire width and fifteen or twenty feet 

 above; so that fishing from canoe or shore, 

 we were never molested nor annoyed by them. 

 Toward sundown their ephemeral lives are 

 ended; and they fall into the water from 

 whence they came. Then the whitefish, great 

 shoals of them, with dorsal fins out of the 

 water, begin feeding upon the teeming in- 

 sects as if they had fasted for months. 



As the flies float away with the current, they 

 resemble great masses of seaweed, and by 

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