148 PLEASURES OF ANGLING. 



that " pure river of water of life, clear as crystal," 

 which sparkles in the sunlight of an eternal day. 



While I had been thus reveling in solitude and 

 enjoying myself to the "top of my bent," DUN 

 and the Judge were rendered equally happy by the 

 magnificent sport they had had in my absence. 

 Each recounted his successes and mishaps before a 

 rousing camp-fire, and the night was far advanced 

 before the Judge wearied of describing, in his own 

 inimitable way, the unpurchasable felicities avail- 

 able to a true angler on the banks of the "fair 

 Cascapedia." 



A day or two before my solitary ramble, an acci- 

 dent occurred on the river which might have re- 

 sulted seriously, but which simply inconvenienced 

 the gentlemen who were the unfortunate victims 

 of it. I have before alluded to Mr. KINNEAR, 

 of St. John, a veteran angler, and Capt. GRANT, 

 of England, accomplished in all the mysteries of 

 the art, who accompanied our party to the river, 

 and who proceeded to the upper pools, thirty miles 

 distant, to fish. They had with them most of their 

 supplies for a fortnight, and their canoes were ne- 

 cessarily heavily laden. They had ascended several 

 of the worst rapids in safety, and their Indian 

 guides (two of whom had never before been on 

 the river) had become less watchful than is essen- 

 tial to safety in these turbulent waters. The for- 



