30 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



upon the green sward along with my rod, I looked in his 

 face for an explanation, when he pointed to the salmon's 

 head, where, to my surprise, I saw another fly fast hooked 

 close under his eye. Eoss looked even more surprised 

 than I did, for upon examination he found that the fly was 

 his own, being one which he had lost the day before in a 

 fish, in the same pool. This was a small fly, tied by 

 Martin Kelly, whose materials and manufacture appear to 

 me to be more favoured by anglers, for the simple reason 

 that they are more attractive to the fish, than those of any 

 other manipulator. 



There is not room on this river for more than three rods, 

 yet I have reckoned fourteen men fishing it keenly at the 

 same time, the most of whom had some sport. The fish 

 do not run very large here, nor have I ever known any one 

 kill more than five or six fish in one day, and this was 

 after the salmon had changed their positions in the pools 

 in consequence of a flood. 



In visiting Dery's Bridge, the traveller will find it for 

 his advantage to bring with him some tea, sugar, fresh 

 meat, and whatever he may choose to drink. I prefer 

 beer, and as good as any in the world can be had at 

 Boswell's Brewery in Quebec. Nothing can possibly exceed 

 the flavour and refreshing exhilaration produced by this 

 delightful beverage, when after having lain for two or 

 three hours in one of the countless cool springs which flow 

 from the banks of the Jacques Cartier, a bottle of it is 



