TROUTING ON JESSUP’S RIVER. §11 
—to think of wild passages in a life of adventure years ago 
amidst surroundings such as this; with the additional spice 
of peril from savage and treacherous foes, and then, as the 
hushed life subsides into a stiller mood, see the faces of loved 
ones come to you through the darkness, with a smile from ou: 
your distant home, and while it sinks sweetly on your heart, 
subside into happy and dream-peopled slumber! “This! this 
is bliss /”” the bliss of the shantee to the wearied sportsman ! 
a bliss 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 mile above the 
Falls. The morning set cloudy, and rain fell piteously for 
several hours. During this time we had reached the neigh- 
borhood of the holes, after an abominably rough scramble 
along the mountain side; and here George set to work to 
construct a raft of the decayed spruce which stood around. 
"This completed, it was launched 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 still persevered with the 
flies, was successful the first cast, 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 sport 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 
