104 Recreations of a Sportsman 



boots of the rubber variety are not conducive to 

 good swimming. 



Coming to another narrow run where the 

 Rogue swept by with inconceivable speed, 

 " Louie," the guide, who was an expert on the 

 fishes of the Eogue, and could tell you when 

 each fish was expected, secured a big flat boat 

 and began to explain the fishing in vogue at 

 this particular point. I could see the river 

 one hundred yards above, seemingly motion- 

 less, but suddenly the bed dropped and the en- 

 tire volume rushed over a shallow gravel bed 

 with a deep resonant roar, to spread out below 

 in serene and placid fashion. 



The boat was pushed up-stream with no little 

 difficulty, being partly towed, and at the head 

 of the torrent or rapid was headed down. The 

 hook was baited with a bunch of salmon eggs 

 from a thirty-pounder we had captured shortly 

 before, then I cast down-stream and " Louie " 

 pushed off into midstream, seizing the oars to 

 pull against it with all his strength. Despite 

 this, the boat rushed rapidly down-stream, stern- 

 first, my bait scurrying along fifty feet ahead 

 of it, my boatman cautioning me to look out, as 

 the big salmon trout lay right in the middle of 

 the channel, head-up. Just then I had a strike 

 and gave the butt to a splendid fish. " Louie " 

 saw the bending rod, and being rather an ex- 

 citable person, with a yell of triumph pulled on 



