COT FOR THE CANADIAN EIVEES. 71 



Mr. James Ferguson, of Diamond Harbour, Quebec, for 

 whom I got a model of the Irish cot, has made some in 

 this manner, which have been found to answer admirably. 

 Each of these cots should be furnished with four sculls, a 



big log of bog yew is lying on the bottom, when I tips Dinny the wink, and 

 we let the cot drop sudden a bit down with the stream, and then gave her 

 a smart pull up again, when the hook stuck as fast in the log as the rock of 

 Cashel. The Quaker's reel called out ' murder,' and we, letting the cot 

 run down with the stream, the ould Ommadhawn thought Salvestyr was 

 running up it. Dinny cries out, ' Butt him your honor ! ' I was near 

 falling into the wather with the laughin, but I threw down the oar and tuk 

 up the pole, and stopped the cot, and cried out, ' Now your soul wind on 

 him.' With that the old Quaker began winding on his reel as if he was 

 grinding coffee for the bare life, and we quietly poled the cot up towards 

 the log until we got fair over it. ' Now,' says I, ' feel him, surr, see if you 

 can left him ; ' with that he bent the rod till I thought either it or his back 

 would break. 'Ah, the ould divil,' says Dinny, 'he's gone to the 

 bottom to sulk ; but be ready for him, surr, he'll take another race, and then 

 may be we'll put the gaff in him.' With that Dinny takes his pole off the 

 ground, and down goes the cot like winkin ; the Quaker thinking it was the 

 fish was going up, and sweating, saving your presence, till he looked like 

 ould Neptune in Lord Clare's fountain. Down we went till all the line was 

 nearly off his reel, when I stopped her again, and again the Quaker took to 

 winding up, and we got over the log, and Dinny cries out, ' I see him ! 

 Ages ! what a fish he is, he's as big as a horse, give me the gaff.' 

 With that he made believe to make a blow of the gaff at him. ' Put me a 

 little to the right,' says he, and I give the cot a short turn round, and down 

 went the Quaker on his face and hands, but held on to the rod as if it was 

 his pocket-book ; but the cot was running down the stream, and just as he 

 got on his legs again all his line was run off the reel, and Salvestyr carried 

 line, gut, and fly clean and clear away. 



" Oh, ye'r Honor, if you'd seen how blank he looked, as if I was going to 

 scold him ; but he ped for the line and fly like an ould gentleman, which 

 you know he was not ; besides half a crown a day a piece for every day we 

 tuk him out ; and Dinny and myself had a good laugh when we went in 

 the evening to take the fly out of Salvestyr, and gather up the line from the 

 bottom." 



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