RECREA TION. 



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PHOTO. BY L. C. IVORY. 



A TRIBUTARY. 



as if seeking freedom. Turning to the 

 west once more the great current sweeps 

 on. The sun emerging from a cloud 

 turns the water into pearls and crystals, 

 and through rainbow arches from shore 

 to shore the jewelled flood rushes on. 



In the eddies and dark pools we 

 captured many a noble fish. Often 

 making our way out on some mass of 

 projecting rock, we gazed, awe stricken, 

 at the turbulent flood as it dashed down 

 the deep reaches with the speed of an 

 arrow. 



Lower down the river widens and 

 turns abruptly into a deep circular basin, 

 from which the shores rise hundreds of 

 feet above the water. On the farther 

 side of the great pool, just where the 

 current sweeps out into the rapids, a 

 giant cedar has fallen into the stream, 

 breaking the force of the current. It 

 was here our companion, Leslie Edy, 

 caught a magnificent trout, fully four 

 pounds in weight. The water near the 

 pool was shallow. Wading near the 

 shore he cast the fly above the fallen 

 tree. With a mighty rush, that made the 

 heart leap, the fish seized the fly, and 

 making down the stream, plunged under 



the mass of debris entangled in the 

 cedar. The trout carried the line be- 

 neath the tree and rose to the surface of 

 the water some 30 feet beyond, It was 

 impossible to work the fish up the cur- 

 rent, so taking the landing net, and 

 crawling out over a mass of fallen timber, 

 I succeeded in netting him. Four splen- 

 did fish were taken here, and they all 

 had to be netted down the stream below 

 the fallen tree. 



Drenched to the skin with the struggle 

 in the swift water, we made our way 

 down the stream along the rough, wind- 

 ing pathway, climbing over masses of 

 rock and broken timber. Further down 

 we met our companions from the camp 

 who were working their way up. They 

 had been equally successful, and bur- 

 dened with our spoils, we at last reached 

 the deep pool above the camp. We fired 

 a revolver as a signal, and the boy was 

 soon paddling the canoe across the pool 

 to meet and convey us over to the camp. 



We laid our fish out, side by side, on 

 the grass. What monsters ? What a 

 glory of color on their iridescent sides ? 

 Silver and emerald spotted with deep 

 red. Twenty-one noble fish. We sus- 



