8 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



the -waters which flow through the beautiful and romantic 

 county of Wicklow, that have not yielded to my early 

 efforts, dozens of their spotted beauties — Glencree, the 

 Ventry, Lugalaw, Lough Dace, the Seven Churches, Lough 

 Ullar, Poul a phuca ; and oh what reminiscences of early 

 morning walks, of hearty breakfasts at the lowly country 

 inn, of Henley's hearty laugh, and Blakeley's melodious 

 voice, and Tprell's equivoque, do the names of these places 

 call forth from the cells of memorj^ ! 



But it was not in the waters of the exquisite county of 

 Wicklow that I slew my first salmon. Tliat glory, like 

 many others won by ni}' countrymen, was reserved for 

 Great Britain. During one of my college vacations, I 

 crossed from Dublin to North Wales, and taking up my 

 f[uarters at Caernarvon, made various excursions for the 

 enjoyment of my favourite pastime. One morning early — 

 I could tell the exact date if it was important — Captain 

 Knipe, a thorough fislierman, who always angled for trout 

 mth a white maggot on and covering the hook of his fly, 

 and always killed the largest fish, old Eice Thomas, a 

 gouty, passionate, good-natured Welsh gentleman, and my- 

 self started for the inn at the beautiful Bethcfellart, where 

 having bespoken beds, we proceeded to Lj^n Quinnan.* I 

 am not sure about the spelling of this last word, but it is 

 according to the way in which we pronounced it. Here 

 we found a boat waiting for us, with a cross-grained old 



* G-wynant, 



