CHAPTER III. 



WESTERN FISHES. 



THE WHITE-FISH, 



'onus albus ( Poisson Blanc, Ad-dik-keem-maig,* or 

 Ticamegf). 



* Of venison Goldsmith may wittily Bing, 

 A very fine haunch is a very fine thing ; 

 And Burns, In his tuneful and exquisite way, 

 The charms of a smoking Scotch haggis display; 

 But 'tis often much harder to eat than descant, 

 And a poet may praise what a poet may want , 

 Less doubt there shall be 'twist my Muse and my dish, 

 While her power I invoke in p raiee of White-Pish. 



'All friends to good living, by tureen or by dish. 



Concur in exalting this prince of a fisji ; 



So fine in a platter, so tempting to fry, 



So rich on a gridiron, so sweet in a pie, 



That even before it the salmon must fail. 



And that mighty bonne-bouche of the land— beaver's tail. 



******** 

 1 There are, in gastronomy, sages who think 



'Tis not only the prime of good victuals but drink; 



That all sauces spoil it— the richer the quicker— 



And make it insipid, except its own liquor ; 



* Indian name. 



t French orthography for the Indian name. 



