space and making the chances still better for sav- 

 ing the fish. Then came a hard and bitter fight 

 to prevent the salmon from getting back to deep 

 water ; the angler, as well as the salmon, began to 

 feel the strain. But again the deadly spring of the 

 little cane-rod splendidly did its work ; and, mak- 

 ing a mighty effort, my wife succeeded in turning 

 the fish, thus winning the hard-fought battle. After 

 a few ineffectual attempts to break away, he is 

 gently brought to the gaff and lifted into the 

 canoe. A cry of delight is heard, for it is her first 

 forty-four-pound salmon, a large fish to kill even 

 under favorable conditions; but, with the river full 

 of logs, both the men and the angler deserve 

 praise for the skill and coolness that gave them 

 the victory. 



Unless the lumbermen drive their logs earlier in 

 the season, they will eventually ruin the Casca- 

 pedia as a salmon river. During the drive of 1903 

 the logs were more than five weeks passing my 

 camp, and at a time when salmon were running 

 up. Jam after jam extended from the camp five 

 or six miles up the river ; in one place it was nearly 

 blocked, there being hardly space enough to pole 

 the canoe. This, of course, is not allowed by the 

 government ; nevertheless it happened. When the 

 logs remain so long in the river the water becomes 

 colored and dirty ; innumerable pieces of the bark 

 keep drifting down, which, in my opinion, is as 



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