The Savannah morning news., 1903-10-11

keeping; for the two Cinnamon look
after every detail. When his trunk is
unpacked, he goes up on deck, flies I'm
Gle Sans flag to the masthead, thus in
forming all the world that the peregri-
mating American is on hand. Then dis
posing himself in comfortable chairs,
he looks abroad on a world of unequal
led beauty; he will not drop a line for
fish overheard to-day; it is altogether
too beautiful. Let us get acquainted
with our surroundings first; at out feet
the milkygreen lake, because glaciers
feed it; then a cirque of mountains on
every side; glaciers between them slip
ping down their white feet into the
lake. That is the scenery-and if such
a thing be possible that we tire of it,
why, then, the steamer will be along
tomorrow, and we will hoist a white
flag and she will come and move us up
to some other beauty-point, for there
are yet 40 miles of this one lake to be
explored ! will leave it to the mag
nation of the most prosaic mind what
must be the days, clear, cold, bright
and snappy, upon the deck of such a
boat, with camera catching every
changing view, or the nights with full
moon shining down on snowy peak and
glacier. Sometimes a variation is made
by going off on a canoe trip OF sew
eral days and several hundred miles,
and camping as fancy wills, at any
point on shore. There are stretches of
several hundred miles in the waterways
of British Colombia where one can be
gone for ten days or a fortnight pass
ing every day through most beautiful
SCENERY and by-ways ignorant OF the
presence of man. But with the less
hardy and vigorous, the houseboat, re-
curing no exertion, will always remain
the most popular and fascinating. With
it. if l were a physician, | would un-
dertake to cure the most obstinate case
of malaria and the most persistent at
tack of melancholia-
Fishing.
But by the second day, we must De
up and doing. The Vigor of the ell
mate has penetrated our lungs and we
can no longer sit idly on the deck ana
drink in the scenery. We are in the
sportsman's paradise. Wherever the
English language is spoken, it is
known that the Kootenay is synono-
nous with glorious fishing. Others
may tell you of the splendid waters of
Lake Timagaming with their bass and
mascalonge; still others inspire you
with longing for Shuswap Lake and
the noble lake trout; but give me. oh.
give me just one day on the magnif1-
cent Kootenay, and that noblest of all
foes to battle with-the Rainbow trout.
Says an expert disciple of the gentle
Izaak Walton: Than this none of
the noble salmon family is more worthy
of respectful admiration, and of ne
homage paid by the arched rod and the
whirling reel" 1t grows to lusty size
but even a pound fish will make
fight such as no fontinalis or tario ever
thought of making. Their sporting
qualities are indeed unmatched; some
of the American species, while game
enough and NOT fo he dismissed nv any
one, are by no means dainty in their
choice of flies. Anything from a fam
ing Ibis to a piece of scarlet flannel
will tempt them to make the fatal
dash. Not so with the Rainbow No
bait big as humming bird has attrac-
tons for this mountain trout; be care
full of the pattern of your fly. for you
shall not tussle with the Rainbow ex-
cept there be a tiny masterpiece at :he