98 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



exquisite the Grimpowder and Pekoe tasted after rancid 

 pork and garlic ! 



" On our way from the shore we cast our hungry eyes on 

 a salmon, just come in with the tide and floundering in a 

 net : we incontinently licked our lips and purchased him. 

 When we reached the house our servant handed the fish 

 over to jMadame Chaperon, with instructions to broil it for 

 our breakfast — not alive, but as near as might be. Our 

 toilet being finished we drew the table to the window, 

 into which a rosebush in full bloom was peering from a 

 flower-garden underneath. There, amidst the mixt aro- 

 mata of flowers and fish, we commenced an attack on 

 a pyramid of toast fit to form a new apex to that of 

 Cheops — numerous dainty prints of fresh butter, some 

 half gallon of thick cream, and half a bushel of new 

 laid eggs — which was kept up vigorously for a couple of 

 hours. 



" On Monday morning, July the 5tli,we engaged a caleche 

 witli a good-looking Canadian boy named Louis Panet, to 

 attend us on our daily visits to the Glade, about six miles 

 distant. The road up the valley is very good, follomng 

 the winding course of the river, and overhung on the other 

 side by green globular hills, very steep in many places. 

 These are covered with a thin soil, which often after rain 

 peels off in large patches, carrying down trees, fences, 

 flocks, and even the houses, ' in hideous ruin and com- 

 bustion ' to the bottom. One of these frightful eboulements 



