NOVEMBER. 



TWEED SALMON FISHING. 



By George Lindesay. 



The angler on Canadian and Norwegian salmon rivers may boast 

 that there is nothing in the way of excitement to be compared to 

 the first rush of a heavy spring salmon on these northern streams, 

 and that the magnificent scenes of nature among which they flow 

 cannot be surpassed ; but there are few things more delightful to 

 the true fisherman and true lover of nature than an autumn on, the 

 banks of the Tweed, and fortune must indeed be cruel if, during 

 his stay, he fail occasionally to obtain sport of a high kind. 



The valley of the Tweed has incidental advantages — apart from 

 propinquity and civilized accommodation — which a man must be 

 cold, indeed, in fancy and dead to all spiritual emotion not to 

 count for something. The rock scenery of foreign salmon rivers 

 may be grander — in point of fact much of it, in Norway at least, is 

 bare and even tame — but where in Canada or Norway can we find 

 a stream so crowded with the deathless memories of great his- 

 torical events ? Not historical associations alone, but every knoll, 

 every hill-side, every ford, and every pool has a record in fiction, or 

 song, or ballad. These things, that the imagination of man has 

 created, engrave themselves on the mind more deeply than even 



