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of bet, to kill with his own hand, three hundred salmon 
in that river’—the N episiguit discharging its waters 
into Bathurst Harbor—“ during the month of July next 
ensuing.” I quote from a letter of my friend Mr. Perley, 
the able and enterprising author of the “Sea and River 
Fisheries of New Brunswick,” who adds, on his own 
account, “ and with any reasonable luck as to weather, 
would readily win his bet. He took last season, before 
breakfast one day seventeen salmon; and I have heard 
of thirty being taken in a day by indifferent fishers.” 
Think of this, ye ambitious spirits, who casting deftly 
the long line and the winged deceit, pride yourselves on 
basketing your dozen or two of half-pound trout at 
Snedecor’s or Carman’s on. the south side! Think of 
this—thirty salmon in a day with the fly, and that by 
indifferent fishers! Of a truth, the Nepisiguit, the Ris- 
tigouche, and the Miramichi, must be the paradise ter- 
restrial, or aquatic rather, of the fly-fisher; nor is it so 
hard a region of attainment, for from Boston the good - 
steamer Admiral plies weekly to the city of St. John, 
and thence, on application to the good sportsman whose 
name I have recorded above, the pilgrim in pursuit of 
piscatorial glory, shall be right easily, and with a oo 
will, forwarded upon his way. 
But to return from this brief though not impertinent 
digression, although the salmon is so well known to all 
the dwellers of cities on the Atlantic coast as to require 
no description, yet for the benefit of inland sportsmen, 
