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have a bath and rid himself temporarily of the flies which at 

 this season torment hoth him and man. After feeding on the 

 water-lilies, he lies down, has a roll, and then swims slowly 

 across the lake, steps out and regales himself with the young 

 maple shoots on the bank. Evidently pleased with his bath, he 

 returns to the water, crosses the lake once more, and disappears 

 in the bush, totally unaware that he has been watched. By the 

 bath for a short while freed from the pest of flies, it is to be 

 hoped that he escaped a worse, that of the leeches which infest 

 this lake, large olive green horrors, with orange stripes and 

 brown belly. They were not slow at all events to attach them- 

 selves to a finger held in the water indeed, they ran races for it 

 and so strange a thing as that must have been to them a 

 startling novelty and a new experience altogether. 



FOUND ON THE WALL OF A FISHING HUT. 



" + Salmon Mosquitoes = Heavenly 

 + Salmon + Mosquitoes = Very Enjoyable 



Salmon Mosquitoes = Bearable 



Salmon + Mosquitoes = Hellish . ' ' 



A long reach of a clear, fast-flowing river, between picturesque 

 banks, thickly covered with spruce, cedar, ash, poplar, and birch 

 in every shade of green. The former are tipped with the pale 

 blue shoots of youth; the cedars, no longer upright in their old 

 age, overhang the river and lean against each other for support, 

 and enveloped as they are in a dense grey mantle of lichen, 

 contrast sharply with the fresh green of their deciduous neigh- 

 bours. Roots and trunks are deeply scarred by ice as it descends 

 in springtime, but are almost hidden by scrub, green grass, and 

 ferns, while irises, violets, marguerites, and buttercups grow 

 here and there in patches, and give bright colour to the whole. 

 Above all is a clear, cloudless, deep-blue sky. 



Three fishermen are intently watching the river ; one a man 

 from a bark canoe, held in position by an Indian, casts his fly 

 just where the swiftly flowing water swirls round a rock, the 

 well-known resting-place for salmon on their way to the 

 spawning-grounds above. The second, a black and white king- 

 fisher from a dead branch over-hanging the river, is waiting for a 



