214 THROUGH CANADA 



Another fish soon rewarded our vigilance. A 

 good part of the morning performance was repeated, 

 but the item was got through more expeditiously. In 

 forty minutes the salmon was in the boat, and scaled 

 24 lbs. 



We did nothing more before luncheon, except to 

 lose a spoon-bait which had proved the attraction to 

 the two fish landed. A good many uprooted trees 

 and sunken logs are scattered over the river, and one 

 of them appropriated it. Another spoon, but an inch 

 longer, replaced it. It was a huge weapon, a vulgar 

 thing, inconsistent with the good taste of a well-bred 

 salmon, but it was " Hobson's choice," and up it went. 

 The rise seemed to go off between i and 3 o'clock, 

 and I proposed returning to the lower reaches, where 

 so much time would not be wasted in getting on 

 the fish. 



We passed two or three island rocks covered with 

 blueberry bushes in full fruit, and had to resist the 

 temptation to tarry and eat. " I must get the third 

 fish," I exclaimed to Hiawatha, as he gracefully 

 plied the oars with scarcely a splash. A loud clatter 

 from a fir tree that overhung the bank called 

 attention to a squirrel. He shot up a great arm 

 and, ensconced in the fork, swished his tail over 

 his head in an attitude of defiant security. Ah, 

 Adjidaumo, '* Tail in air, the boys shall call you," 

 befriend us, as thou didst the great Hiawatha. We 

 too would catch the " king of fishes " ; and Adjidaumo 



