who can thus lose a (say) fifty-pound salmon without intermitting a single puff of his cigar! Many a saint has been canonized who never exhibited the angelic virtues of uncomplaining submission and gentle patience in such sublime measure.

Another mishap occurred in this wise: When I was fighting what afterward proved to be a thirty-four pound fish (my largest), and just at a most critical moment, I found that my line had become crossed and "doubled under " on my reel. I could take in at pleasure, but I could not let out an inch. It was an awkward fix; but as good luck would have it, by risking an extra strain upon my rod I soon regained more line than was afterward called for, and saved my fish. The dilemma was the result of careless reeling. One cannot be too particular in seeing that his line is reeled up closely and without a lap. I lost a salmon before I thoroughly learned this useful lesson.

These mishaps, however, were but exceptions to the rule of good luck, although it is undoubtedly the experience of most salmon anglers that they miss a great many more fish that rise than they hook, and lose a great many more that are hooked than they kill. At least that was our experience. Enough, however, were killed, and of sufficient weight, to satisfy the ambition of the most ambitious in our party. On the General's large score

was marked one fish of forty odd pounds, and several others approximating that weight. Mr. DUN's score fully equaled that of the General, and embraced one or more of the same weight, with several ranging from thirty pounds upward. Col. PELL, with a somewhat smaller score, approached the most successful of the party in weight. My first three fish weighed eighty-eight pounds (30, 24 and 34) and my three largest ninety-three pounds (34, 30 and 29); but my heaviest fish weighed only thirty-four pounds-several pounds less than the largest which honored the scores of Gen. ARTHUR and Mr. DUN, and less than the largest taken by Col. PELL. In June and early July better scores were made, and a few larger fish were taken high as forty-eight pounds- but I am sure no other party was ever better pleased with their achievements or more thoroughly enjoyed the sport.

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Our trip to the Forks of the river, nearly fifty miles up stream, with a description of the grand scenery which met us at every step, the beautiful camp we erected and adorned, the grand rapids we ascended, the splendid fishing we had, our return flight through the rapids, with the thousand and one pleasant incidents that made every day too short and the breaking up of camp the only unhappy moment-all these will form the theme of future chapters. I will only now say, in closing