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" 'tis a bad wind that blows nobody good" — tbe mill was 

 abandoned, the owner falling in arrears of rent, and the 

 Seignior immediately destroyed the mill, which was in a 

 dilapidated state. Mark the result, — the Salmon gra- 

 dually returned to their old haunts, and two years since I 

 had the pleasure of killing the first fish that had been 

 taken since the destruction of the dam, a splendid fish of 

 20 lbs. less 3 oz., and which was followed the evening 

 after by the capture of a fine fellow of 21 lbs., by Mr. Nairne, 

 after about an hour's fine sport. I also found that the 

 river was full of salmon smelt, having taken several while 

 fishing for trout, but which I immediately sent to their 

 homes again ; an example which I beseech all persons to 

 follow who may chance to find the young fry dangling at 

 the fly. Last year the freshets were very high and the 

 fish were enabled to ascend the river some thirty miles 

 above the Chute, and few, if any, were taken below. 

 Having heard much of the beauty of the scenery above 

 the Chute, and being desirous if possible of "bagging a 

 fish," I made a short portage above the Chute, and, accom- 

 panied by a friend, a keen sportsman, commenced our 

 ascent of the river. Our frail canoe bufietted the current. 

 Our canoe-man, a half-breed, was fully up to the mark. 

 More magnificent basins it was never my good fortune to 

 behold. Tlie scenery was sublime ; we revelled in its 

 delights, here and there taking a cast, now and then com- 

 pelled to debark, while our canoe-man, knee-deep, piloted 

 our frail bark up the rapids. Onward we go, mile after 

 mile, through the different windings of the river. We 

 approach a sheet of water where our guide says we may 

 expect sport, and where our progress appears to be 



