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and the low water, their sport is rather slim — they have had some blank 

 days. 



I have only killed twelve Salmon all told. John says it is not very bad, 

 considering the low water and my limited opportunities. However, I 

 have had considerable practice at casting, found the lay of the Salmon in 

 the pools, and seen a most beautiful river. So I am recompensed for the 

 trip, even if I should not come up here again. Had no sport coming 

 down, until I arrived at Round Rock, where I killed two Grilse ; such 

 jumping I never saw — down the pitch, and then back again into the 

 pool. I had no conception of their pluck and activity : playing one is 

 like breaking a three-year old colt. 



July 18th. — Two more Grilse before breakfast, but not a rise from a 

 Salmon. Arrived at Bathurst at 12 M., and found that Mr. Nicholson, a 

 Salmon-fisher, and his wife, were at Mr. Packard's. Of course 1 moved my 

 quarters there. N. is a warm-hearted Irishman, has good sherry, and ties 

 a beautiful fly. Sat down to tea with Mrs. N. at the head of the table. 

 What a contrast to my rough life on the river — went to bed — " blessed be 

 he who invented sleep.'' 



After remaining at Bathurst three or four days, spending my time 

 pleasantly with my new-made friends, and my host, who, though he 

 has been residing here forty years, is an intensely loyal Yankee, I 

 resume my Journal. 



July 22d. — We have had heavy rains during the last three days, and the 

 river is rising rapidly. We have engaged the Grand Falls (Nicholson and 

 I) of Mr. Ferguson ; to occupy it as soon, and keep it as long as we wish ; 

 but have concluded to try the Rough Waters for four or five days, and 

 then when Mr. Garbut, a friend of N.'s, arrives, to push on up the river. 

 Rintoul and Adshead have returned from Grand Falls, and have taken 

 about eighty fish and a few Grilse. Brown and Davis still at Papineau. 

 We started at 12 M. for Rough Waters, just above the head of tide, 

 three miles distant. I have John and Peter Chamberlain for canoemen. 

 N. has Bruno Chamberlain and David Buchet. Roma Veno, a stout lad, 

 is camp-keeper ; he is also a good canoeman. A mile above Bathurst saw 

 a Salmon strike a stake-net and entangle himself; relieved the fish, and 

 then hooked him through the snout and dropped him overboard to try his 

 pluck; he was too much exhausted to give any play. Arrived at our 



