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trout, full of cunning, strives to break 

 away ; but skill conquers, and after a 

 long struggle he comes to the surface, 

 his velvet side glistening in the sun. But 

 where is the landing net ? Left at the 

 tent. In vain I call for assistance. The 

 voice is drowned in the roar of water. 

 Stepping up the path a few feet I draw 

 the captive into a shallow pool, and as 

 he opens his mouth to gasp, I insert a 

 finger under the gill and rush shouting 

 to the camp. Hurrah ! A noble three- 

 pounder ! 



Once more the fly is cast into the 

 stream, another fish is hooked, and after 

 a vigorous struggle he too is landed. 

 These are quickly prepared for break- 

 fast, and handed over to the cook, who 

 places them in the pan with a few slices 

 of bacon. Soon we are feasting on the 

 delicate, pink flesh. 



After breakfast the light canoe was 

 carried over the point a few hundred feet. 

 Two of us were to go up the river, and 

 two to remain in camp. Crossing the 

 deep pool, some hundreds of yards in 

 width. 



After an hour of toil, following a well 



defined path through the woods, we 

 neared Cameron's pool. Making our 

 way through the dense underbrush at 

 last the pool is before us. The whole 

 river seems a mass of foam, plunging 

 into the pool, with such terrific force 

 that the white water, like a solid mass 

 of snow rushes high above the centre of 

 the pool and dashes against a wall of 

 rock on the farther side. Our rods are 

 quickly put together and casting into the 

 deep eddies, on the edge of the broken 

 water, we succeed in taking many fine 

 fish. 



After leaving Cameron's pool and fol- 

 lowing down the shore about half a mile 

 the river presented another scene of 

 wild grandeur. Nearly half a mile in width 

 the immense volume of water, almost as 

 great as that of Niagara above the falls, 

 descends with terrific force, one mass of 

 flying foam. Some hundreds of feet 

 below us great fragments of rock have 

 been hurled into the river bed, blocking 

 the channel. The flood plunges with 

 terrific force against these barriers. With 

 the roar of a hundred locomotives the 

 water thunders down, then reels back, 



NEPIGON RIVER BELOW THE TOOL. 



