104 THE SALMON FISHER. 



the island an immense mass of huge boulders fills 

 one-half of the channel. Looking up the river from 

 below this pool, the vista is one of the wildest and 

 most charming imaginable the vivid green of the 

 mantling forest inclosing the sweeping rapids of 

 churning foam, and the blue sky and fleecy clouds 

 overarching from hill to hill. The two islets gem 

 the middle foreground, while the boulders and the 

 ragged ledges add most striking features to the pic- 

 ture. Nothing can be be more characteristic of this 

 northern latitude than these lofty, fir-clad, towering 

 hills, which are almost mountains, and the white 

 seething foam of the ice-cold river leaping down its 

 ragged channel-way. 



Most of the pools above the Glassy are of quite a 

 different character, being bits of eddying water, 

 where, if a fish is hooked, it is a rattling combat from 

 start to finish. If the angler yields an inch, the 

 captive gets into the rapid and is captive no more. 



We take things easy at camp. There is no stealing 

 a march on your comrades by sneaking away to the 

 river at earliest dawn. Indeed, it is against rules to 

 fish before breakfast. Breakfast comes on at 8 



