A TRIP TO BED CAMP 



" 'T was in the summer-time so sweet, 

 When hearts and flowers are both in season." 



f< >ULD you like to go salmon-fishing 



with met" 

 " Of course," replied my friend ; 



" I should be delighted." 

 So in June, 19 , our party, consisting of my 

 wife, my friend Mr. J. Q. Heckscher, two servants, 

 and Mixer, an Irish terrier, who was every bit as 

 eager for the sport as ourselves, might be seen 

 slowly approaching the Cascapedia station. The 

 little party, worn out by a fatiguing night's jour- 

 ney, were lolling about in their seats, no doubt 

 thinking of the many big salmon they were to kill 

 and the bright and happy days before them in 

 this great wilderness. At the sight of the river 

 their drowsiness suddenly disappears ; all fatigue 

 is forgotten. Now they are keen, their bodies 

 are imbued with new life ; and Mixer, hearing the 

 screech of the locomotive, speaks his delight by 

 wagging his tail and jumping all over me. The 



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