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newed vigor, availing themselves of my unprotected situa- 
tion. Again and again I took in line—as frequently to be 
run out; but the exertion had told on the foe, and at length 
I succeeded in getting him ultimately gaffed. Truly he 
was a beauty—twenty pounds, if an ounce. From what 
I have above narrated, some idea may be formed of the 
sport in store for the visitor to the salmon rivers of the 
West. 
The tackle in use in England will answer here, the size 
of flies being guided by the water and weather; still I 
would advise some of Canadian tying being added to the 
stock. The Nova Scotia rivers are now too much fished 
to waste time upon by the visitor from this side of the 
Atlantic, so I append a list of the best streams on the 
northern shore of the St. Lawrence: they are the Outardes, 
Godbout, Trinity, St. Margaret, Moisa, St. John, Mingan, 
and Esquimaux, the farther to the eastward the better. 
The stream where I had the success narrated entered the 
sea near the southern end of the Straits of Belle Isle. 
SEA-TROUT. 
That beautiful member of the salmon family must strike, 
when mentioned, in the reader’s heart a chord that will 
reverberate with pleasures possibly long past, but none the 
less delightful to recall. 
In writing upon the present subject, I retreat in thought 
to the memories of youth, and many and many a scene re- 
curs to my memory of which I was the hero, and the cap- 
tive valued over all I possessed. The first time I essayed 
for sea-trout was when low in my teens. Previous to this 
attempt many spotted beauties from the brooks and rivers 
of my Highland home had filled my creel; but I was not 
satiated with such game, for it was far too noble to have 
such effect; still I craved to kill a sea-trout, for I deemed 
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