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no Indian chief gets any moose, or calls for his gun there, any more.
Now then we are on the spot. It is in this stream, between the two
lakes, in a pool 500 ft. and 400 ft. below the dam, that the trick was
done.

"The pool is magnificent, alive and streaming all over, and varying
from 2 ft. to 20 ft. You can see the trout in the clear water lying on
the bottom in any number; lovely fish, ranging from 1/2 lb. to 7 lb. or
8 lb. About 200 ft. from the shore, and practically facing this pool,
is our wood-built hotel, one and half stories, with wide veranda
covered with woodbine, green lawn, and flower beds in front, blooming
with geraniums and pansies. This is the anglers' camp, and the
happiest hours of my life have been spent there. We have twenty-seven
rooms, and they are all lined with native pine, and varnished and kept
as clean as a tea saucer. The roar of that pool is so musical that if
it ever stops you cannot sleep. The people of the house are excellent
people, good sportsmen, and men and women alike just devote themselves
to making the angling boys happy and comfortable. You pay your two
dollars a day for board and lodging, and live like fighting
cocks--plenty of fruit and vegetables, and any variety of butcher's
meat and side dishes. You can fish from the shore if you like, but a
boat is best. You can hire one for two dollars a week, and if you want
a competent guide to manage it, that will cost you two and a half
dollars a day, for labour is not cheap here, and these guides are most
skilful and experienced. If you have them you have forty miles of lake
to fish, as well as the dam pool. However, let us suppose you go out
in your own boat. One peculiarity of the pool is, that wherever you
anchor you will have a down-stream wind, and that is what you want
here. Out with your 40-lb. weight, and there you are at anchor.

"And now we come to September 18 last year. It was Sunday, a day upon
which I seldom fish. At the bottom of the pool, however, a large trout
had been seen rising, and lots of men had been trying for it. So I
went out at the most favourable hour--five in the afternoon, with my
10-ft. Kosmie rod, weighing exactly 6 1/4 ounces. I like myself to
fish with a single fly, and I anchored my boat about 30 ft. from the
head of the outfall sluice. The fly was the B. Pond, so called because
it is a favourite on a lake of that name, and, as you will see, it was
a 2 per cent. Sproat hook.