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used to be my delight and that of my two 

 men, who were as keen as I was, to prospect 

 for new fishing ground, and we were 

 triumphant when we succeeded, as we often 

 did, in extracting a fish from some hitherto 

 untried and uncharted pool. 



My observations up to this point have been 

 mainly descriptive and general. It may be 

 convenient that I should pass to narrative 

 and give some account of our own personal 

 experiences. 



In the early months of 1884, when the 

 Ottawa Session was drawing towards its 

 close, when the " robins " were beginning to 

 arrive, and the little blue hepaticas to peep 

 out from under the thawing snow, our 

 thoughts began to turn to fishing. The 

 campaign required careful organization. 

 We had decided that we would not be con- 

 tent with a camp at " Woodmans," but that 

 we must have a home of our own in the 

 wilderness higher up the river and remote 

 from the haunts of men. H. A., best of 

 A. D. C.'s and most persevering of fisher- 



