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can be had at Kitimaat, but a camp is necessary 

 at McCallister's Bay. Fish run as early as 

 May. Campbell River is getting too well 

 known, and there are too many boats on the 

 water. 



The following amusing description of an 

 evening's fishing is from the clever pen of 

 J. G. Millais, and was published in Country 

 Life. I venture to reproduce it 



" Amidst gorgeous sunset hues we went to 

 fish the usual beat opposite the Indian village 

 on August llth. The sun had already set, 

 when of a sudden a suppressed excitement ran 

 through the boats. A fresh run of tyee were 

 in and had begun to take. Three or four 

 Indians were 4 fast ' at once, and yells for help 

 came down the line. In a moment, while close 

 to the beacon stake at the mouth of the river, 

 Mr. Powell, Sir John Rogers and I were 6 into ' 

 fish at the same moment. 



" Then the circus began. ' Look out there; 

 don't you see I'm fast ? ' c Confound you ; 

 get up your line, or I'll be over you.' ' Gang- 

 way, gangway,' ' Where the devil are you 

 coming to ! ' ' Mind your oars,' c He's off to 

 the tide. Hurry ' (]Mac or Bill, as the case 

 might be) ; ' row like blazes,' were a few of the 

 cries that broke from excited anglers, while 



