18 An Angler's Paradise. 
trout. This is not so, as we have seen, and I fully believe that 
before long it will be plainly demonstrated that pike can be suffi- 
ciently banished, when desired, from a great many of our waters 
in which they now exist. When the mode of dealing with them 
is as well studied and practised as that of dealing with land 
pests, we shall soon find out ways and means for getting rid 
of them. 
There is an old saying, that he who makes two blades of 
grass to grow where only one grew before, is a benefactor to his 
fellow-men. Many people have dealt with blades of grass, and as 
we are well aware, some of them have met with a considerable 
amount of success. Now there are a few of us who have devoted 
our energies to something else, and I hope to show that it is not 
only quite possible, but often comparatively easy in a great many 
cases, to make fish grow where but few fish grew before. The 
fish culturist has been a long time in “coming to the scratch,” but 
take care he does not beat the botanist after all. That this. 
growing of fish is not only possible, but has in many places already 
been done successfully, is now an established fact. 
Ponds have recently been constructed in many places by 
those who have become alive to the advantages of fish culture 
as it is carried on at the present day. I have seen as a result the 
delighted angler filling his basket, not with little fingerlings, such. 
as we have been accustomed to catch in so many of our mountain 
streams, but bringing to bank, after tough resistance, fish after 
fish, requiring the use of the landing-net, and weighing pounds. 
instead of ounces. 
To leave the busy din and bustle of the city, and after a 
comfortable journey, as it is now accomplished by rail, to find 
one’s-self located in the 
“Land of the mountain and the flood,” 
to see the mists creeping up the mountain sides, and to stand, rod. 
in hand, in some lonely glen, gazing at the beauty of the scene, 
as bursts of glowing sunshine are thrown from Nature’s lantern 
upon sheets of mist and mellow-tinted mountain sides, to view 
the jutting crag o’er which the raven croaks her echoed call of 
warning, and to see the gaunt pine trees stand forth amid the 
