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tered by the jagged rocks which everywhere 

 show themselves in the midst of these impetuous 

 rapids. I never again asked my Indian to take me 

 where he didn't wish to go himself. 



After a short stop at our first camp, the capture 

 of a few more salmon in Shedden pool, and the 

 proper packing of our camp equipage to be in 

 readiness for our hoped-for visit next June, we 

 " reeled up " and were off. We had had a month 

 of rest and enjoyment such as can only be attained 

 in the solitudes of the forest and on a river famous 

 for the magnificence of its scenery and the size, 

 vigor and kingly character of its fish. 



And just here, in closing up these rambling 

 sketches, it may be proper to remind some of my 

 readers of the old adage that " what is one man's 

 meat is another man's poison." It is not conclu- 

 sive that because angling, with its pleasant con- 

 comitants, affords the highest pleasure to the few, 

 that it would be found equally attractive to the 

 many. It may not be true to the extent assumed 

 by good old Sir Izaak, that to become an expert 

 angler or a true poet, one " must be born so." But 

 it is true that peculiar tastes are necessary to the 

 full enjoyment of any special pastime. The man 

 who is only happy in a crowd, would soon become 

 tired of the stillness and solitude of the forest. 

 He who finds his chief pleasure amid the luxuries 

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