TROUT-FISHING IN SWEDISH LAPLAND. 51 



was being carried across from one rickety, swampy- 

 boat to another. 



I was using a small twelve-foot rod, and not par- 

 ticularly fine tackle, yet I caught so many fish that 

 by the time I had arrived at each lake my arm was 

 quite tired, and the bag nearly full, with occasionally 

 a supplementary supply on a string. On leaving 

 Markness with my two luggage-bearers in the morn- 

 ing, the way, as far as the first lake formed by the 

 river in its course, lay through a sledge road in the 

 forest. 



While crossing the lake the rod was put together 

 and an olive dun and a red palmer, to be piscatorially 

 accurate in my description, tied to a medium cast, 

 which I allowed to trail behind the boat with twenty 

 yards of line, partly to straighten it, and partly in 

 order to wash off it some tar and lard application that 

 I had been obliged to put on my face and neck to keep 

 the mosquitoes at bay. 



Now, I must admit I rather expected to have 

 caught a dozen trout in as many minutes without 

 much trouble before the end of the lake was reached ; 

 but if any one thinks that the trout struggled and 

 fought which should seize the flies first, because those 

 flies were masterpieces of modern science, and because 

 a line had never been thrown in that lake before, they 

 are much mistaken. 



I had not yet learned that Lapp lake trout were 

 only to be caught in the shallow water at the edge ; 

 but there in almost unlimited numbers. We were 



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