sport in an Ufitouched A merican Wilderness 



the fluffy little fellow on the surface. He 

 could not go under. It was an easy thing 

 to pick him up. After being in the canoe 

 a minute or two, on replacing him in the 

 water, he swam fearlessly back toward us, 

 and we could not drive him away. The 

 mother bird, from a safe distance, was set- 

 ting up the most heart-breaking lament, 

 so we went away and left the gosling. In 

 a few minutes his mother found him, and 

 expressed her joy as plainly as though she 

 had been human. 



The famous interior fishing-grounds of 

 the United States are pretty nearly done 

 for. In fact, nothing is so fatal to the 

 fish as notoriety. But the resources of 

 the remote waters of old Acadia are un- 

 impaired. The mountain lakes contain 

 trout in surprising numbers. The ocean- 

 going streams of this peninsula are the 

 finest salmon waters on the Atlantic coast. 

 On all the accessible lower reaches of the 

 streams, down near the coast, fishing-clubs 

 control the privileges. But back in the 

 distant hills, where travel is difficult, there 

 are pools unwhipped by the angler's fly, 

 where the summer assemblage of aristo- 

 cratic fishes is a marvellous thing to see. 

 The danger to the salmon, of course, lies 

 in the fact that, like the wild-duck, he is 

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