100 THROUGH CANADA 



makes a bold dash for liberty to the time of accelerando 

 crescendo. 



I have fished the outlet of a lake on one of the 

 hottest summer days. Wading with the temperature 

 at 100 degrees in the shade is simply delightful. 

 The water was smooth as quicksilver, with a light 

 upon it that dazzled and flashed almost to blinding 

 point, but the cool that lapped round the waders 

 constituted a temperate zone that extended to the 

 rest of the body. One would no more think of 

 fishing for trout under such circumstances than of 

 flying without an aeroplane. English trout on such 

 a day would bury themselves in the weeds or skulk 

 under a bridge or bank ; yet, strange to say, the black 

 bass rose with the greatest freedom. A small silver 

 doctor, a Jock Scott and other patterns attracted 

 them repeatedly. Some creeled were over 2 lbs., and 

 all proved to be hard fighters. 



This characteristic of the bass is most important, 

 as the tropical weather in Canada exists to a dump- 

 ing degree, and to enjoy sport and keep cool at the 

 same time, combine the maximum of mercies that 

 one can hope to enjoy in this present evil world. 



In the deeper water the big lake trout make their 

 haunts, and to have a tussle with them the flies must 

 give place to the spoon or minnow. With a hundred 

 yards of line and a light trolling rod, it is not difficult 

 to get on fighting terms with them. They run to a 

 great size, and it is possible to find lakes where they 



