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among some of the islands of the Discharge of Lake 

 St. John a few years ago, wearing a similarly shaped 

 head-gear to those depicted upon the anglers in How- 

 itt's etchings, and watching the fishing of a friend who 

 occupied a neighboring canoe. The ouananiche that 

 his friend was playing took a long and sudden run 

 until close to the judge's canoe, leaped into the air, 

 and flapped directly upon the roof of His Honor's silk 

 hat, on its way back into the water. By the time the 

 Court had regained consciousness sufficiently to know 

 by what it had been struck, the high-kicker had been 

 taken into the other canoe, and it was too late for the 

 judge to take off his hat and hold it up a trifle higher 

 in the air to challenge a better record. A fish that 

 was being played by Mr. Chase in the Ouiatchouan 

 pool came within a few inches of leaping into the 

 canoe of his friend Mr. Wallace. We were short of 

 both guides and canoes on that occasion, and I started 

 out to fish in an old punt that was manipulated for 

 me by a stalwart young French-Canadian (habitant). 

 When I struck my first fish he rushed the boat towards 

 it in such an unexpected manner that myself and my 

 foe had parted company as suddenly as we had met. 

 Keally chagrined at my loss and disappointment, my 

 attendant promised to do better next time, and to 

 particularly avoid being the cause of giving the fish a 

 slack line. Little did I dream of his intentions. My 

 next fish rose pretty near the boat, and darted for it 

 as soon as he felt the hook. " B'tiste " stretched out 

 his hand in the twinkling of an eye to take hold of the 

 line and haul up the fish, hand over hand, and the cer- 

 tain loss of both fish and cast was only averted by a 



