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SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



path into the wood behind me, when the apparition, which 

 was nothing more than an Indian (and a hoy) with his 

 canoe carried in the usual manner upon his head and 



shoulders, passed me by, and in a soft and rather melo- 

 dious voice uttered the word " allons." 



My unnecessary terrors were soon dissipated, though I 

 must confess that there was a nervous tremulousness about 

 me for at least an hour afterwards. Following my frightful 

 friend at once, however, we quickly arrived at the end of 

 the portage, where we launched our light barque on the 

 rippling waters, and proceeded on our way up the river. 

 Our progress was but slow, as in many places the stream 

 was shallow, and the canoe had to be lightened by the 



