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RECREATION. 



lish Portraits." a series of drawings on 

 stone by Will Rothenstein. This book 

 will be particularly welcome to those in- 

 terested in the personalities of some of the 

 most prominent men of the day. The like- 

 ness in every case is excellent. 



Have you ever felt the necessity of a sup- 

 port for your legs while walking, golfing, 

 riding or bicycling? Fox's Patent Spat- 

 Puttee fills your want. It is indorsed by 

 the medical and military authorities of 

 Europe and is worn and recommended by 

 the nobility and gentry of Great Britain 

 and the continent. It is recognized as the 

 leading article in that line, combining 

 fashion and comfort. It is sold by all first 

 class stores. If you don't find it at the 

 stores write Bale & Manley, Wool Ex- 



change, New York City, mentioning Rec- 

 reation. 



Rutledge, Tenn., Feb. 20, '99. 

 Page Woven Wire Fence Co.. Adrian. 

 Mich. 

 Gentlemen. — I bought 40 rods of 2$ bar 

 58-inch Page Poultry Fence, and find it 

 better than represented. It cannot be re- 

 commended too highly. 



Yours respectfully, A. B. Roach. 



The U. M. C. Co. has issued a book con- 

 taining complete rules for trap shooting 

 and hints on how to organize gun clubs. 

 It has a skeleton form of constitution for 

 such clubs. The book will be sent free 

 to any one asking for it and mentioning 

 Recreation. 



A CANADIAN FISHING TRIP. 



A. CONRADI. 



A few short years ago the visual con- 

 templation of such a scene was denied to 

 all but a privileged few, by the difficulty of 

 reaching it. To-day you leave Quebec at 

 8:40 a. m., and reach Lake St. John, nearly 

 200 miles away toward the North Pole, at 

 4:50 p. m. You travel too, through some 

 of the wildest scenery that this Northern 

 country can boast of; for mountain fast- 

 nesses and primeval forests fill in almost 

 the whole of the intervening country, be- 

 tween the old City of Quebec and the 

 Northern terminus of the railway. The 

 line runs through a country made up of 

 lakes, rivers and mountains, and all the 

 waters of this territory literally swarm with 

 fish. 



Arrived at Roberval, the present North- 

 erly terminus of the Quebec and Lake St. 

 John Railway, on the Westerly shore of 

 Lake St. John, the train pulls up at the 

 Hotel Roberval, where you are made com- 

 fortable as long as you may wish to stay. 



Our party was composed of 3, with 6 

 guides, as follows: John Morel, Sr., a 

 guide of 25 years' experience; John Mor- 

 el, Jr., who speaks good English and is a 

 valuable man in a party; Agnes Morel, 

 Joseph Morel, good canoe men, but who 

 speak very little English; Ferdinand La- 

 rouche, the joker and the life of the party, 

 who speaks English and plays the fiddle 

 at balls, and weddings, and last but not 

 least Thomas Gauthie. These are all faithful 

 fellows and the best guides in the Province 

 of Quebec. Their good cooking accounts 

 for my gaining 10 pounds on the trip. No 

 matter how hard it rained, the men were al- 

 ways in the best of spirits and nothing was 



too much trouble for them. They know 

 every inch of the country and the haunts 

 of game of all kinds. 



Bright and early we left the Hotel Ro- 

 berval, and on reaching the dock where we 

 found our native guides, 3 birch bark 

 canoes, 2 tents, blankets and rations for a 

 2 weeks trip, we went on board the Undine, 

 steamed across Lake St. John and entered 

 the Ashnapmouchouan river, up which we 

 traveled about 3 miles to St. Felecien, 

 where the water became too shallow. Here 

 we left the Undine and after transferring 

 the outfit, we entered the canoes and start- 

 ed off. Three miles farther up we landed, 

 and took our first meal about 2 o'clock. 

 After dinner we embarked again and about 

 4:30 reached the first falls, where we camp- 

 ed for the night. After supper we amused 

 the guides, an Indian, and a native farmer 

 by sending up a 15-foot paper balloon. 

 They were surprised and delighted, never 

 having seen one before. The farmer wished 

 us to send up another at his home, ^2 mile 

 distant, where a party of friends were visit- 

 ing him. We did so and they marveled a3 

 much as the guides and the Indians. 



The next morning we broke camp .and 

 after a 12-mile trip stopped for dinner. It 

 rained hard but we were protected against 

 getting wet so we suffered no inconven- 

 ience. Six miles farther up we camped for 

 the night. Here we caught a fine lot of 

 ouitouche, or white-mouthed chubs, our 

 first fish. The following day we made 17 

 miles, to the point where we were to leave 

 the Ashnapmouchouan. En route we saw 

 large numbers of wild ducks. We feasted 

 on cherries and blue berries in endless 



