SPORT AT CAMPBELL RIVER 59 



planning the construction of a special boat and 

 the adding of the great tuna to his many 

 trophies of big sea fish. Daggett alone re- 

 mained, seated daily in the comfortable arm- 

 chair he had rigged up in his boat, still intent 

 on that 70 Ifo. fish we had all hoped for, but 

 failed to secure. 



The pleasant days of friendly intercourse had 

 come to an end. No more the quiet row home 

 in the gloaming after a successful or moderately 

 successful day. No more the nightly gathering 

 on the beach and the weighing of the great 

 fish. The weather itself looked despondent, 

 and was making up its mind to break. The 

 certainty of the past was over, the uncertainty 

 of the future before me, and it was with a sad 

 heart I bade farewell to the Willows Hotel, 

 and to the fishing days that were now no more. 



The depressing hour of 1 a.m. found me sit- 

 ting on the end of the pier waiting for the 

 arrival of the Queen City, which was only an 

 hour late, and once more I was bound for the 

 unknown. 



