SPORT AT CAMPBELL RIVER 45 



gradually clothed with foliage down the slopes 

 till the dense pine forest of the plain between 

 the mountains and the sea was reached, from 

 which the evening mists were beginning to rise. 

 In the foreground, the sea, like molten glass, 

 reflected the exquisite colouring of the northern 

 sunset, its surface broken by the eddies of the 

 making tide, or the occasional splash of a 

 leaping salmon. Across the Straits on the 

 Mainland, the tops of the great mountains 

 clothed with eternal snow were lit up a rose- 

 pink by the rays of the setting sun. 



I have seldom seen a more beautiful scene, 

 or one which gave such a deep sense of peace. 

 There was a grandeur and immensity about it 

 which satisfied one's very soul, it amply justi- 

 fied the realization of the call of the wild which 

 had brought me so many thousand miles to 

 those distant shores. 



The morning of the 31st found me late in 

 starting, as I had to interview Cecil Smith, who 

 was to be my guide, companion and friend on 

 my hunting trip in September. 



On that morning, I got only two cohoes of 

 5J and 4| lb., one spring salmon of 9 ft., and 

 as there was evidently no take on, I went up 

 the river for a short time. I saw no salmon, 

 but landed three cut-throat trout weighing 

 3| Hb., one a good fish of 2 Jb. 





