r a
short struggle, I hauled him out. My only fear was that my rotten line
would part, for he weighed almost a pound, and I was accustomed to fish
of less than seven ounces.

I often wondered in British Columbia why so few people fished. In some
of the creeks running into the Fraser River, near Yale, I have seen
splendid trout of two or three pounds; there would be a dozen in sight
at once very often. They always seemed in good condition, too, which was
more than could be said for the salmon, for those were half of them very
white with the fungus, as one could easily see on the Kamloops or
Shushwap Lakes from the bows of the steamer if the water was smooth.

Perhaps the reason there are no trout-fishers out there is that those
who care sufficiently for any kind of sport find it more to their taste
to hunt deer, bear or cariboo. When these have disappeared, as they
must, seeing the ruthless manner in which they are slaughtered, many may
be glad to take to the milder and less ferocious trout. The country
certainly affords very good fishing, and the spring and summer climate
is perfect. If it were only a little nearer they might be properly
educated, until they were far too wary to fall into the simple traps
laid for them by a man who fished with a piece of string and carried a
bucket for a creel. It may have been my brutal ignorance of tying flies,
but when I tried them with what I could furbish up, they seemed to
resent the thing as an insult. So there seems some hope of their being
capable of instruction.

ROUND THE WORLD IN HASTE

When I went to New York in the spring I meant going on farther whether I
could or not. Australia and home again was in my mind, and in New York
slang I swore there should be "blood on the face of the moon" if I did
not get through inside of four months. Now this is not record time by
any means, and it is not difficult to do it in much less, provided one
spends enough money; but I was at that time in no position to sling
dollars about, and, besides, I wanted some of the English rust knocked
off me. Living in England ends in making a man poor of resource. I
hardly know an ordinary Londoner who would not shiver at the notion of
being "dead broke" in any foreign city, to say nothing of one on the
other side of the world; and though it is not a pleasant experience it
has some charms and many uses. It wakes a man up, shows him the real
world again, and makes him know his own value once