

THAT FISH WOULD HAVE BEAT THE RECORD. 67 



some drift wood. '' That fish, sir, would have beat 

 the record to smash, and my name would have been 

 immortalized but for that — " .... 



The late Admiral Sir Hyde Parker is said to have 

 killed a sixty-pounder on the same Norwegian river. 

 The j> formance was a masterpiece of skill, as it 

 broke two strands of the gallant gentleman's line in 

 its efforts to get free. Somewhere I have an account 

 of this wonderful performance, and will give it in 

 extenso when I can lay my hands upon the manu- 

 script. 



By the camp-fire at night, a good song with a 

 rattling chorus, if well sung, is very enjoyable. I 

 will here give you one which my friend of Nova Scotia 

 used lO sing with great approbation of all listeners: — 



Here's to the Namsen, of rivers the queen, 



N ow to her boatmen so thrifty ; 

 Here's to the salmon of pounds just fifteen, 



Though we'd rather hook one that weighs fifty. 



Chorus. 



The season is past, this throw is the last, 



I'll warrant 'twill prove an excuse for the cast. 



In spring this fine stream is discoloured by snow, 



Then the angler's disconsolate — very ; 

 But the water once fine he forgets all his woe, 



And kills lots of fish, and is merry. 



Here's to P , who's the boy to play fish of good size ; 



Here's to him who can rarely catch one, sir ; 

 Here's to the muff who can scarce get a rise ; 



And to him who works all day for none, sir. 



For let them be salmon, or let them be peal, 



So long as they take silk and feather ; 

 The music we love is the click of the reel, 



So as sportsmen we'll toast them together. 



This was composed by a young University man 



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