DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



and when he was a few feet from the canoe, 

 I lifting on him as much as the tackle would 

 sustain, he made his leap. Andre, the; 

 canoeman, surprised at the unwonted proceed- 

 ing, muttered a very emphatic "Ugh!" im- 

 agining a few drops of water were spilled 

 over his face. 



A bass under like circumstances would have 

 been in the air repeatedly, perhaps floundered 

 into the canoe, carrying hostilities into the 

 enemy's camp, and guaranteeing more thrills 

 to the minute than all the trout in the Nepigon, 

 thrilling as they are. His reputation as a 

 fighter is firmly established, and there will be 

 little criticism of his performances by the 

 angler who has caught both bass and trout. 

 With fair and proper tackle, the trout may 

 be depended upon to accommodate you with 

 a lively battle, yet he had better take several 

 thinks and gurgle his prayers before joining 

 issue with the small-mouth black bass. 



