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his strength is gone, and I am able gradually to draw 

 him to the side of the canoe. Old JSTowell, over 

 eager, makes a dash with the gaff and misses him ; 

 the fish makes a last dart and is off. Shall I lose 

 him 1 No ; he stops, and I reel him in again. 

 NowelTs hand is steadier this time ; there is a dash, 

 a splash, and a clean-run 14-pound salmon is added 

 to the occupants of the canoe. 



As I rest my aching arms I receive the congratula- 

 tions of my comrade, of which, on this occasion, he is 

 liberal, and whilst S. takes up his rod again to try his 

 luck, I become again painfully aware of the presence 

 of many winged spectators of my prowess, and igno- 

 miniously bolt for the bank collect a quantity of 

 brush and green wood build a circle of fire, and, 

 protected by the dense smoke of the damp logs, bid 

 defiance to my persecutors, and await S.'s ultimate 

 triumphant return with a fish over thirty pounds in 

 weight. 



Days spent in salmon-fishing resemble each other 

 so closely, that it is not my desire to weary the reader 

 by a minute description of a fortnight's visit to the 

 backwoods. I will close this sketch with a few words 

 of advice to any one who may thereby be tempted to 

 try his hand at the fascinating pursuit of salmon-fish- 

 ing. I assume that he knows, or has means of obtain- 

 ing an introduction to, one or two Canadians or others, 

 lessees of salmon-streams in the Dominion. Amongst 

 our hospitable brethren on the other side of the At- 



