The Evening of Aug. i, 1895. 97 



rigged up a light rod and gone to fishing 

 for smelt, fork-tail charrs, whitefish, sea 

 trout, or brook trout, while a dozen leap- 

 ing salmon were in sight. Then again, 

 after a fine salmon had been brought to 

 gaff, we have gone down the bay and had 

 no end of fun digging clams and pulling 

 lobsters out from under the rocks, or we 

 have gone up to deep water and fished 

 on the bottom for lake trout with a plain 

 vulgar hook and sinker, when salmon 

 would have risen to almost any cast of 

 the fly in the pools. No ! I am suspi- 

 cious of the color of the blood of a sports- 

 man who is ruined by salmon fishing. 

 Nevertheless, a salmon is the greatest 

 prize that is obtained by the fisherman. 



While we sat waiting for supper an 

 hour ago and were catching the smelts in 

 order to fill in all chinks of time, two or 

 three fish that looked like ouananiche be- 

 gan to leap and play a few yards out in 

 the stream, so I got the salmon rod out 

 again in order to catch one of them for 

 identification. The Jock Scott fly was 

 cast gently into the smooth gliding rapid 



