CHAPTER XXIII. 



GRAND SPORT AT THE FOEK8 LEAPING SALMON 



TORCH-LIGHT SURVEY OF THE POOLS. 



And yf it fortune you to fmyt a gret fyfh with a fmall har- 

 nays thenne ye muft lede hym in the water and labour hym 

 there tyll he be drounyd and overcome. Thenne take hym 

 as well as ye can or maye, and euer be waar that ye holde 

 not ouer the frengthe of your lyne, and as moche as ye may, 

 lete hym not come out of your lyne's ende ftreyghte from 

 you: but kepe hym euer vnder the rodde and euermore hold 

 hym ftreyghte : foo that your lyne may be fufteyne, and beere 

 his lepys and his plungys wyth the helpe of your cropp, and 

 of your honde. [ Treatyfe of Fyfjhynge wyth an Angle, 1496. 



The clouds are silver in an azure sky ; 



The hills lie basking in a sunny dream ; 

 The lapping water coolly gurgles by 



Where lies the fallen trunk athwart the stream. 



first visited these upper waters of 

 the Cascapedia last season. Our 

 camp is fifty miles from the sea, 

 and is "beautiful for situation." 

 The spot chosen is a sort of pen- 

 insula, furnishing a fine view of 

 the river and of the highest of 

 the surrounding mountains. Our 

 tents are pitched in the midst of 

 a grove of young pines, whose 

 shade is ample at all hours. The summer breeze 



