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— to think of ivild passages in a life of adventure years ago 

 amidst surroundings such as this ; mth the additional spice 

 of peril from savage and treacherous foes, and then, as the 

 hushed life subsides into a stiUer mood, see the faces of loTcd 

 ones come to you through the darkness, Trith a smile from out 

 TOUT distant home, and while it sinks sweetly on your heart, 

 subside into happy and dream-peopled slumber ! " This ! this 

 is bliss I" the bliss of the shantee to the wearied sportsman ! 

 a bliis unattainable to the sluggish and jaded gourmand of 

 the city ! 



We were on foot with the sun next morning, and after 

 another feast, which we appreciated with unpalled appetites, 

 we set off for some deep spring holes nearly a mUe above the 

 Falls. The morning set cloudy, and rain fell piteously for 

 several hours. During this time we had reached the neich- 

 borhood of the holes, after an abominably rough scramble 

 along the mountain side ; and here Ueorge set to work to 

 construct a raft of the decayed spruce which stood around. 

 This completed, it was launcherl with great labor into the 

 Stream ; and as the day was beginning to clear off, Piscator 

 so far conquered his horror of getting wet, as to agree to 

 start. We pulled noiselessly up to the spring hole, and 

 found it very deep, and quite large for the general size 

 of the stream. 



The instant my hook was in the water, a fine trout was 

 hung, and even Piscator, who stiU persevered with the 

 flies, was successful the Jirst east, as usual. But as no 

 further notice was taken of the flies by the trout, and I 

 continued to pull out the noble fellows as fast as I could 

 throw my hook in, he changed very quickly again to the 

 worm. The spjrt was now magnificent, and all the time, 

 one line or the other was singing through the deep water to 

 the struggles of a trout, and often both at the same time. 

 We found the raft very convenient, for having no landing 



