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" You have forty minutes yet to catch your train," 

 was Hiawatha's comment. 



" Are you good for the day ? " I asked. 



" Yah, sure." 



" Then we shall spend it on the river." 



We landed, and I replenished my stock of tackle 

 and laid in luncheon for the day. The Indian sug- 

 gested going higher up. There were plenty of fish 

 everywhere, but the river widened out so much that 

 they were scattered. I had to spend a couple of 

 hours discovering the new lie. I did not think we 

 improved our angling prospects by the change, but 

 making the best of it, I watched the salmon, and dis- 

 covered two or three distinct lines where they were 

 showing. The Indian's sharp eyes were of great 

 service in the scouting business, and the way he 

 brought the boat on them showed considerable skill. 



The Harrison above the bridge takes a broad 

 sweep, washing the base of a pine-clad mountain, a 

 favourite resort of bears. 



Wild duck, feeding in a bed of weeds, drew out of 

 cover at our approach, and in well-ordered file followed 

 their leader into more remote shelter. A large saddle- 

 backed gull was settled on a narrow sandbank 

 abreast of the mountain. Far down the river the 

 sunlight was streaming through a gap between the 

 hills, and lit up a patch of water with a brilliance that 

 made a more striking contrast with the dark back- 

 ground of forest pines. 



