HOW I CATTGHT MY FIRST SALMON: 



A CANADIAN SKETCH. 



BY THE HON. SIR H. STAFFORD NORTHCOTE, BART. 

 [MAGA. JUNE 1S77.] 



DEAR "N., If you can tear yourself away from 

 the Washington belles, I shall be very glad if 

 you will pay me a long visit at Burnlands, and I 

 will try and put you in the way to become a real 

 fisherman. Yours truly, G. S. 



jSTow, was an offer of this kind acceptable or not 1 



To consider the question mathematically, let the 

 three following postulates be granted, as mankind's 

 old enemy Euclid would have said : 



Let it be granted that the place of my temporary 

 sojourn was Washington, U.S. 



Let it be granted that the thermometer stood at 

 100 in the sun, for there was no shade for it to 

 stand in, and that the air had become so thoroughly 

 baked through that the nights were hotter than the 

 days : further that the Washington belles alluded to 



