DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



streams are fast disappearing. They have 

 enough natural enemies, the crane, the heron, 

 their own immediate family, all persistent and 

 industrious, and the mink, who does his dead- 

 liest work when the streams are frozen. There 

 is no close season for him. But nature had 

 kept the balance fairly adjusted until the 

 trout-hog began his work of extermination, in 

 season and out of season. 



On the Nepigon there is little of the so- 

 called roughing it. A fishing trip here is in 

 every respect an old man's tranquil outing, 

 with nothing to worry or oppress, and with 

 season tickets and stop-over privileges al- 

 lowed. One does not find it necessary to econ- 

 omize in amount of luggage. Make your kit 

 as elaborate as you please. Anything you 

 consider essential to comfort being so* easily 

 transported, you need discard no article that 

 may possibly be serviceable one is not re- 

 stricted by pounds or bulk. 



Here one's pathway is strewn with roses, 

 figuratively, and literally. There is not an 

 hour's roughing in a month's outing. A very 



