ey included one of 8 lb., one of 6 lb., and two
of 4 lb. each, all caught with the small Bulldog. Three fish, weighing
17 lb., is the entry for another day, and that included an 11-lb. bull
trout. On August 15, which was a day of continual losses from short
rising, there were four sea trout, weighing 18 lb., one of them a fish
of 9 1/2 lb. On the following day, fishing from eleven till three in a
bright sun, the take was five fish and some small trout, making a total
of 24 lb.

One morning (it is August 30) the mountain tops were beautifully white.
There has been heavy snow during the night, and the poor hard-working
people I find reaping down their scanty oats, or chopping off their
3-in. grass for hay, in a bitter north wind. The G. P. F., as we
trudge off to his water, draws my attention to that spot in the middle
of the estuary which has been mentioned before as exposed at low water.
There are now a man and three women upon it, mowing and gathering in
whatever growth it bears, so that not even this is unworthy of the
economy enforced by their hard conditions of life. We fall into
converse, as we walk, about the manner in which the Norway salmon are
netted, and truly the wonder is that so many run the gauntlet and reach
the spawning grounds. In ascending the fiords the fish creep along
within some twenty yards of the shore, and this makes it easy for the
native to intercept them. Besides bag and stake nets, there is a
look-out dodge, under which a primitive but fatal net is hung out at
each promontory in the direct path of the travelling fish. The nets
are off, however, and the traps open after the middle of August. Thus
holding sweet counsel by the way like the pilgrims of old, we defy the
north wind, and can afford to stop occasionally to admire the new
panorama which has been arranged during the night. Where there were
only occasional patches of snow yesterday, to-day there is a widespread
whitening, and the folds of the ermine mantle are lying far down the
shoulders, traces of the first heavy downfall of the season. We do not
expect any sport to-day, but a moderately lucky star smiles, and for
myself, on one of Bickerdyke's Salmo irritans (Jock Scott) patterns, I
get a lively quarter of an hour with an 11-lb. sea trout, a grand fish,
so thick that I am not certain about it until I lay it on the grass.
There was a fish of 14 lb. or 15 lb. killed by my friend yesterday,
which he pronounced a fair sample