224 Fisoinc in AMERICAN WATERS. 
rapid, roaring river, with its tributary of Rattling Run, and 
while I was beginning to sean the lay of the grounds for de- 
ciding where to pitch tents, behold our comrades! They 
came fishing along, towing four salmon on the gaff, while 
the general played a fifteen-pounder all the way down from 
the falls, a mile up the river. 
It having become midday, we compared notes and took 
dinner. At dinner we discussed the almighty salmon in all 
his aspects—from his seclusion in corners of the earth, where 
he is protected by flies and an almost impenetrable wilder- 
ness, to his high game, and, finally, the epicurean appearance 
he lends to the dinner-table. Our dinner consisted of 
Saumon dla maitre @hétel. 
Saumon frit. 
Saumon au gratin. 
Jambon brulée. 
Les oignons de Bermude. 
Biscuit de mer, 
Le pain et du beurre. 
Du thé et du sucre. 
Having twenty-seven miles of rapids against which to 
transport our stores, our potatoes and our claret were left at 
the mouth of the river, besides our desiccated meats, soups, 
vegetables, and fruits preserved in cans. Even our old Ja- 
maica rum was left, and the only diffusible stimulant was gin 
—Holland gin! But, in order that our coffee, milk, and the 
numerous luxuries laid in for the campaign should be on 
hand for the glorious Fourth of July, we divided our men 
and canoes, half to transport our provisions from the mouth 
to the camps, and the other half to serve in the way of pad- 
dling us to our places for angling, gaffing our salmon, and 
pitching our tents, waiting on us, cooking, ete. 
The general and the doctor had so excited my friend the 
banker and myself with stories of captivating sports, that, 
immediately after dinner, we hardly thought of a cigar, but 
