44 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



Again I summoned my friend Bridgeman ; again we 

 failed to realise the sport which he had always promised 

 me from the possession and exhibition of " the real fiery 

 brown." Eather impatient at the bad sport, and disgusted 

 at the imputation cast upon the credit of my ancient 

 friend Martin, I held a fly between Bridgeman's eyes and 

 the light, and rather testily asked him, while I pointed to 

 the glistening fibres in the body; "If that is not fiery 

 brown, will you be good enough to tell me what is ? " 



" Oh," said he, " the fly is well enough, and as neatly 

 tied as one could wish ; but still it's not the real fiery 

 brown." 



Strong in my faith in old Martin, I again addressed him, 

 emphasising in my order for another dozen of flies the word 

 " real ; " again I had an extremely civil reply, enclosing 

 another dozen of well-tied flies, and assuring me that, in 

 compliance with my former orders, he had done his utmost, 

 as well as in the present instance, to meet my wishes ; and 

 venturing very respectfully to suggest that I should send 

 him a pattern of the coloured fly I required, in which case 

 he had no doubt but that he would execute the order in 

 such a manner as to give satisfaction. In answer to which, 

 after having failed to have any great success with the flies 

 he enclosed, I wrote to him to say " that a specimen or 

 pattern of the real fiery brown was the very thing of 

 which I was in search, and that if he could not furnish it 

 I must only say that it was by no means creditable to his 



