unpleasant speed was stopped by running into a tree. 

 "VVith scratched hands, torn pants, a bruised back and a 

 little more wisdom, I concluded to keep to the path for 

 the remainder of the distance. 



Did it ever strike you how many difficulties there are 

 to be encountered, the distances to be covered and the 

 obstacles to be surmounted in the search after speckled 

 trout? It struck us. but not until after we had tried it. 

 We had so many promises of good trout fishing on this 

 trip, with so many disappointments, that when we reached 

 Banff and found that, although there was an}' quantity of 

 trout there, it was close season in the park, and we 

 couldn't fish we were about giving up all idea of ever 

 seeing one. Just then we stumbled over a fellow who 

 told us of a wonderful little lake, recently discovered and 

 only fished in for the first time two months ago, at Castle 

 Mountain, seventeen miles from Banff. 



On the promise that it was full of trout and notwith- 

 standing the warning that he doubted whether we could 

 rough it enough to get there, we determined to go and 

 find out whether he was a fish romancer or not. Our car 

 was pulled there in the early morning. A guide had 

 come with us from Banff, who filled us with bouncing 

 predictions of the luck we were going to have but kept 

 very dark about the difficulties and dangers of the trip. 

 Seven of us started with him, unconscious of what was 

 before us. He had led us along a small creek to a frail 

 crossing on a slippery fallen tree, over which one man 

 promptly tumbled and had to start back for dry clothes. 



We then came to the Bow River, which here is a 

 raging torrent, deep and treacherous. Stretched across 



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