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July 3d. — Arrived at Bathurst, and found that the river had been leased 

 for the first time, Mr. Ferguson being the lessee ; that Captain Brown and 

 Lieutenant Davis, British officers from Quebec, had taken the Papineau 

 Falls. 



July 4th. — Rose early, to see a ship-launch. Went before breakfast and 

 engaged the Grand Falls station, of Mr. Ferguson. At the recommenda- 

 tion of Mr. Baldwin, at whose hotel I put up, employed Peter and John 

 Chamberlain for canoemen. Went at 11 a. m. to Ferguson, Rankin & Co.'s 

 to lay in stores, and was told by Mr. F. that the son of an old friend from 

 Scotland had arrived late the night before, on a fishing excursion, and as 

 he desired to give him the best fishing the river afforded at that low stage 

 of water, I must relinquish the "Grand Falls" to him and a companion 

 he had brought with him, for the present, but could have it in two or 

 three weeks. Necessity having no law, I yielded with as good grace as I 

 could, and being encouraged by Baldwin in the hope that there was yet 

 some fishing at the lower stations, took the " Round Rocks." 



July 5th. — Sunday. Went to church, walked about town, and on 

 " Packard's Hill," where I had a fine view of the harbor, bay, and surround- 

 ing country. 



July 6th. — Started after breakfast, with my stores, and a tent which I 

 borrowed of Mr. Packard, "in a one-horse shay," to embark at the head 

 of " Rough Waters," three and a half miles distant. While my men 

 were loading the canoe, I put together my 17-foot rod, put on my reel, 

 looped on my casting-line, and tied on a salmon-fly for the first time. Took 

 a few casts going up. At one of the pools, saw a swirl near my fly, which 

 I was told was a rise from a Salmon. Of course I did not hook it. Ar- 

 rived at Round Rock at 11 a. m. Too hot to fish; lounged, explored, dined, 

 tied a few flies, and went to sleep. 



I was awakened at 6 o'clock, and went with John to the pool immediately 

 in front of the camp, which he directed me how to fish casting from the 

 shore. Gradually extending my cast, I got my fly beyond the first boulder, 

 and as it swung around with the current and floated near the brink of 

 the pitch, there was a bulge on the surface, and I was fast to something 

 strong and heavy. The fish did not appear at all uneasy at first, but 

 presently grew restive, and, sticking her nose against the current, ran out 

 fifteen yards or so of my line ; then came a bolder rush, as I turned the 

 point of my rod down stream and felt her stoutly. Told Peter to have 

 the gaff ready. " It will be some time before you want it," said Peter. 

 I kept her in shore and away from the main current as much as possible, 



