An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . fish; the priceless waters are open only to the few who canafford to buy. The willow wand is superseded by the golden rod. But what AXENT THE SALMON. 9:5 astounding sums these angling privileges command! Ten, twenty, thirty thousanddollars, and even more, for a few rods of river front with a bare fortnights fishingper annum! To those who have enjoyed the freedom of the river, without moneyand without price, in years gone by, the changed condition of things seems strange,and the question natur
An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . fish; the priceless waters are open only to the few who canafford to buy. The willow wand is superseded by the golden rod. But what AXENT THE SALMON. 9:5 astounding sums these angling privileges command! Ten, twenty, thirty thousanddollars, and even more, for a few rods of river front with a bare fortnights fishingper annum! To those who have enjoyed the freedom of the river, without moneyand without price, in years gone by, the changed condition of things seems strange,and the question naturally comes up: How has it all happened? Has the intensepassion for salmon fishing, whose charms all the poets and anglers have sung fromthe days of Oppian to Bethune, at last reached fever heat? Or is it merely thepleasure of exclusive possession that enhances value? I remember once coming down the Restigouche twenty odd years ago, andstopping at old man Merrills over night, half way up the river. He occupied asmall log cabin beside a splendid salmon pool, and lived a lonely life in a very humble. SALMON FTSHTXG OX THE MTRAMTCHT RIVER. way. He was poor, but gathered no end of salmon during the season; indeedbecame a drug at his table, and a steady diet of the pink-hued fish for forty dayswould cloy his stomach. Wishing to do the handsome act for his guest at supper,he graciously set before me the best his larder afforded, in his estimation, which wasa broiled smoked herring. This seemed to be the piece de resistance. No cookedsalmon was in sight. I was hungry for a mess of the dainty fish, for I was freshon the river myself, and for hours previously as the ever dipping paddles sped usdown the stream, I had kept thinking: At Merrills we will have fresh , I had no occasion to feel disappointed, ioi; I had only to express mydesire and abundance soon appeared. I ate of the coveted viands to repletion, butold Merrill allowed that he had had so much of it all summer tha
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