A TRIP FOR TROUT. 



DR. J. S. EMANS. 

 Photos by the Author. 



In 1861, when my father, an Englishman, 

 sailed from Leyden, in Holland, to Amer- 

 ica, I am sure it was because he had heard 

 there was good fishing here. At any rate, 

 the fishing microbe has always been ramp- 

 ant in the male line of our family. Al- 

 though I am able to keep this microbe 

 fpirly quiet most of the year by feeding 

 him on stories from Recreation, the sum- 

 mer's heat develops such a host of these 

 pleasant nuisances, that about the 1st of 

 August every year they give me an attack 

 of acute FisJiitis, and I have to seek the 

 Northland for a cure. 



Last year, with Wm. A. Dutcher, I left 

 New York August 9th for Boston. The 

 next day we took the Dominion Atlantic 

 steamer to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. Af- 

 ter a trip through the beautiful valley of 

 Anapolis bay, we stopped at Wolfville, 

 and drove 3 miles to Grand Pre. There 



Evangeline's willows, grand pre. 



I took snap shots of Evangeline's well and 

 willows, and the site of the Arcadian 

 smithy; also of the bridge over the Gas- 

 pereau. Sad it is that fact and fancy are 

 often so far apart. Longfellow never saw 

 the land of his poem. Still, one loves to 

 linger beneath the willows and gaze at far 

 off Blomidon. 



Those who have visited Quebec, and Le- 

 vis opposite, and have seen the tremendous 

 fortifications, must have been impressed 

 with the fact that England has planted one 

 foot there. I never discovered where the 

 other foot had been planted until I went 

 to Halifax. There I saw the evidences 

 of her lingering love for America ; but 

 we were not especially interested in forts 

 and footprints. We were looking for trout. 



Hearing that Campbellton, on the Res- 



tigouche river, at the head of the bay of 

 Chaleur, was the best place in the world 

 to satisfy our desires, we started on the 



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371 mile trip North. Leaving Halifax at 

 16.30 o'clock on the Intercolonial railroad, 

 we stopped off at Moncton, 22.40 o'clock, 

 so the time table said, in order to see the 

 tidal bore of the Petitcodiac river. We 

 were told that in only 3 places in the world 

 does this phenomenon occur. Twice in 24 



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