DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



that nothing be wasted. The river is well 

 patrolled by these officers, who inspect licenses 

 at Camp Alexandra, Island Portage, Virgin 

 Falls and other points. A liar might locate 

 here and practice his profession without in- 

 terruption, but that monstrosity, the trout- 

 hog, would be taught a lesson without cere- 

 mony. 



It is a gratuitous insult to the highly re- 

 spectable and prolific friend of the farmer to 

 interlink his name with a pot-fisherman, whose 

 motto is destruction and extinction. The 

 porker is entitled to ample apology, for he is 

 a gentleman by comparison. He knows when 

 he has enough; but the trout-hog never does, 

 and often glories in his excess, even before 

 the camera. He is thinly veneered with the 

 love of angling; the ethics of fair play are to 

 him a sealed book. 



The Lord hates some species of quitters, 

 but surely has great love for the pious angler 

 who reels up when he has enough, and never 

 begrudges liberty to the fingerling, believing 

 in a modern rendering of an old saying "a 

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