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him onward. I perceive his white belly. The battle's 

 won ; the prize is mine ! Gradually I bring him to the 

 shore, where he lies exhausted and motionless in about 

 three inches of water. Down rod, — and in a second I was 

 between him and the river, and with both arms heaved 

 him on the shore. One blow on the back of the head — a 

 little quivering of the body — and the noble prize lies dead 

 after an hour's hard fight, and without the aid of the gaff. 

 Never do I expect to kill such a fish again, under such 

 circumstances and amid such rapids and falls. 



This river, with proper care, may be made to abound 

 with «almon ; and being but an hour's drive from the 

 city, how pleasant would it be to the angler to be able to 

 drive out of an afternoon ; and return home, after a pleas- 

 ant evening's fishing, with one or two fine fish. That 

 pleasure has often been mine, nor do I know any recre- 

 ation so truly invigorating and delightful. 



CHAPTEE XL 



QUEBEO. 



We have now arrived at the stronghold of the British 

 dominions in North America, one of the brightest gems 

 in the tiara of our Quben. 



Seated on a promontory of immense height, and having 

 the broad St. Lawrence flowing at its base, with a pano- 

 rama on nature's grandest scale, of upwards of one hun- 

 dred miles in extent ; with a range of mountain scenery in 



