this record of my first year's visit to the Cascapedia, that our trip up the river was marked by two unusual occurrences—the sight of a huge Black Bear, which abound in this region, and of a large Moose, which are here as thick as deer in the Adirondacks. The former was "loafing 'round" on a pebbly beach, and the latter was crossing the river, soon after sunrise, in the immediate neighborhood of our camp. All hands were routed out to see him, and the shootist of our party had the good fortune to-miss him, although within easy rifle range. But who could hit his first Moose before fairly awake? The monster was as large as a Jersey cow, with great spreading antlers, but he moved as sprightly as a grey-hound when he discovered his proximity to our camp. It is a pleasure also to say that we remember gratefully the courtesies of Mr. MOFFAT, of Dalhousie, and the unceasing attentions of Mr. MONTGOMERY, Collector of the Port, who made our day's stay in the town one of unalloyed pleasure. Both gentlemen placed our party under lasting obligations, and their kindness and hospitality will always be associated with the pleasant memories we shall ever cherish of our first visit to these salmon waters. CHAPTER XII. SOME REMINISCENCES OF OLD FRIENDS. Did ever any one see the like! What a heap of trumpery is here; and since I find you an honest man, I will make no scruples in laying my treasures before you. - [Charles Cotton. N taking down my store of ang- my first salmon last year-dim and frayed from hard service, but more precious from association than all its score of gaudy companions. What any fly would do, under any circumstances, for any one, that fly did for me. Whether in sunshine or cloud-whether in untried waters or where each ripple, rock and eddy were as familiar as household words whether, when no breeze disturbed the silvery surface of |