8 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



the waters which flow through the beautiful and romantic 

 county of Wicklow, that have not yielded to my early 

 efforts, dozens of their spotted beauties Grlencree, the 

 Ventry, Lugalaw, Lough Dace, the Seven Churches, Lough 

 Ullar, Poul a phuca ; and oh what reminiscences of early 

 morning walks, of hearty breakfasts at the lowly country 

 inn, of Henley's hearty laugh, and Blakeley's melodious 

 voice, and Tyrrell's equivoque, do the names of these places 

 call forth from the cells of memory ! 



But it was not in the waters of the exquisite county of 

 Wicklow that I slew my first salmon. That glory, like 

 many others won by my countrymen, was reserved for 

 Great Britain. During one of my college vacations, I 

 crossed from Dublin to North Wales, and taking up my 

 quarters at Caernarvon, made various excursions for the 

 enjoyment of my favourite pastime. One morning early 

 I could tell the exact date if it was important Captain 

 Knipe, a thorough fisherman, who always angled for trout 

 with a white maggot on and covering the hook of his fly, 

 and always killed the largest fish, old Eice Thomas, a 

 gouty, passionate, good-natured Welsh gentleman, and my- 

 self started for the inn at the beautiful Bethgellart, where 

 having bespoken beds, we proceeded to Lyn Quinnan.* I 

 am not sure about the spelling of this last word, but it is 

 according to the way in which we pronounced it. Here 

 we found a boat waiting for us, with a cross-grained old 



* G-wynant. 



