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of English natives, but they are fat cover the good qualities which the and sweet, and not to be despised savages seem to consider belonging on account of their size. The Vic to this fish; but then (as they said) torians cook them in various ways, I was not a savage. My first atone of the most favourite is that of tempt at clam-eating was when stewing them in milk; but for my wild-fowl shooting on the mainpart I prefer them (if cooked at all) land, at a place called Mud Bay, rolled separately in bread crumbs where the muddy sandbanks were, and fried.

at low water, left dry for nearly a There are many different kinds mile. We happened to run short of crabs, some of half a dozen of food for the Indian and his pounds in weight, but I don't think squaw who acted as our servants; any of them are equal for supper so at the instigation and under to the small soft-shelled variety. the generalship of the squaw, we

Strange to say, the lobster is an sallied forth one moonlight night unknown crustacean in these to gather clams. Before we had waters; why, I cannot imagine, gone very far, our attention was as a more singularly varied assort directed by the commanderess-inment of 'shell-fish' could hardly be chief to a small jet of water which found together in any other part of squirted up some five or six inches, the world. Mr. Spence Bates, writ- at short intervals, from a spot on ing with reference to some new the mud. “That's a clam,' said specimens of crabs presented by she, and immediately hoisted out Mr. Lord to the British Museum, the amateur fountain-maker with says, “The extremely opposite and a pointed stick. The unfortunvaried localities in which many of ate clam appeared to have been the species here represented have buried about a foot beneath the hitherto been found, suggest the surface, his trunk-like feeding tube idea that Vancouver Island corre- reaching to the upper air. It did sponds with the extreme limit be- not take us above an hour to fill a tween a northern and a tropical large basket, and then we journeyfauna. It is only in this way I can ed back to our camp, and watched account for finding the representa- the happy savages prepare their tives of tropical species with others supper. First they put a couple of that are found only (on the eastern dozen of the poor clams in front of coast of Asia) in the Arctic and, the fire till they were half roasted, perhaps, North Atlantic oceans.' and then pulled them out of their One of the most common amongst shells and popped them into a large the shell-fish is the great clam saucepan of boiling water, slight(Lutraria maxima), which is a most ly thickened with flour. I tasted precious mollusc to the coast the soup, or stew, or whatever the Indians, who keep them dried for mess might be called, and thought winter consumption. I have taken it very nasty; but the noble red one from off the string in an man and his charming better-half Indian's hut and tried to eat it; evidently held a different opinion, but it partook so much of what I and put themselves outside the should imagine to be the quality contents of the saucepan in little (both in flavour and substance) of more than the twinkling of an eye. the sole of a well-worn moccasin, Having introduced the reader to that I could not manage to swallow the magnificent sturgeon and to the it. I have also tried 'clam-bake,' muddy clam, to the mightiest of

clam-chowder,' and other clam- halibut and to the most minute dishes,' but invariably failed to dis- of oysters, to the terrible octopus

and to the curious viviper, and attempted to describe some of the manners and customs of these and other finny inhabitants of this wild and far-distant region, I must now conclude with a warning to him against imagining (from my description of a pleasant trout-fishing trip) that British Columbia is a colony adapted for sporting. Peculiar natural disadvantages render it quite the reverse; and so it will remain until the hardy backwoodsman, the pioneer of civilisation, makes it a little more accessible; but as the country consists of nothing but barren mountains, I can not think this will ever be accomplished.

Bears, deer, and grouse are plentiful, and lakes and streams full of fish abound; but the extraordinary density of the forests forms an impenetrable barrier to the sportsman. Wild-fowl shooting may be had on the coast, and fishing on the more open waters; but in winter the thermometer goes down to 30° below zero, and rises above 100° in the shade in summer, when myriads of peculiarly large and blood

thirsty mosquitoes take undisputed possession of the whole country.

If painful experience entitles one to credit, I certainly ought to be believed; for both my feet, three fingers, and the tip of my nose, were badly frost-bitten in winter, when wild-fowl shooting; and the direst tortures of the Inquisition could scarcely equal what I have suffered from those terrible mosquitoes, when attempting to fish in summer.

Being an enthusiastic sportsman, I have encountered many of the little wretches in Canadian forests, on the plains of India, and various other places; but the bite of one of those puny insects can no more be compared to that of its transRocky-Mountain Brobdignagian relative than a flea's to that of a scorpion. So be warned in time, ye ardent and enterprising followers of old Isaac; and believe my too-experienced self when I tell you that (excepting for a week or two in autumn) it is far pleasanter to read the description than try the reality of 'Fishing in British Columbia.'





0, Alfred !

The girl turned at the sound of FELIX COMFORTS MARTHA DAY.

• his voice with such unrestrained

bie IN a very flutter of delight, Alfred joy in her face, that Martha Day bit hurried away from his sister and her colourless lip until a blood-stain Mr. Sheldrake to where he had came upon it. Lizzie's heart beat been informed Lizzie was waiting violently, but she soon recovered for him. He did not pause to re- herself. flect upon the strange manner in "Who ever expected to see you which Lizzie had been brought to here, Lizzie ? the place; it was sufficient for him “Are you disappointed ?' asked that she was here, that the day was Lizzie archly. If you are, I'll go bright, and that Mr. Sheldrake had back again.' promised him to see that his ac- In earnest of her sincerity, she ceptance to Con Staveley would be took his arm, and clung to it. Almade all right. It is only for a lit- fred laughed. tle while,' he said to himself, as he “It looks as if you wanted to go came to the gates of Bushey Park; back,'he said, with admiring glances

when the Cesarewitch is run, I at her. shall be all right. I daresay Shel “O, Alfred, isn't this a delightful drake will put something on for surprise ?' me.' Attracted by the crowd as He nodded, and heedless of the sembled round the street acrobats, people about them, took her hand he paused, and saw Lizzie. He in his. But she, more immediately saw also a pale-looking woman on conscious of the proprieties than he, the opposite side observing her; gave his hand a little squeeze, and but this did not strike him as being withdrew her own. She had on a worthy of notice. He looked round new hat and a new dress, and she at the men and women who were wanted him to admire them. admiringly following the movements 'Do you like my new hat, Alf?? of the acrobats, and noticed, with a 'Upon my word, I didn't notice feeling of as much pride as pleasure, it, Lizzie.' that Lizzie was the most attrac- 'O !' was her comment, in a tone tive and the prettiest of them all. of disappointment. Her back was turned towards him; 'I couldn't see anything but she was watching for him in ano- your face, Lizzie.' ther direction than that by which 'Ah! was her comment, in a he approached her, and he stood tone of gratification, with love-sparquietly behind her, anticipating kles in her eyes. the surprise he was about to give “It's very pretty,' he said. her.

My face or my bonnet, Alf?' ‘Lizzie !' he whispered in her 'I should like to hug you, Lizzie, ear.

was his crooked answer. VOL. XI.

But you mustn't,' she said, with Accepting this statement (with ripples in her voice. “So many feminine logic) as a decision in her people looking! Give me twopence, favour respecting the length of the Alf.'

dress, she said, What for ?' he asked, giving her 'I'm glad you're pleased with it; the coppers.

I never make anything for myself 'For the conjurers— because I without considering whether you feel so happy.'

will like it. Just see if my panier A juvenile member of the com- is right, Alf.' pany had just tied himself into a He called her Little Vanity again, knot, and having untied himself, and said, with a critical eye, that Lizzie beckoned to him and gave her panier was just the thing. him the money, the good exam Martha Day noted this comedy ple being immediately followed by with wistful gaze. To them it was others of the on-lookers.

the pleasantest of plays—to her it 'You've brought them luck, Liz was the dreariest. zie.

'So that, take me altogether, I'm glad of it.'

Alf,' said Lizzie, you think I'll But the hat question was not yet do ? settled. She directed his attention 'If you speak like that, Lizzie, I to it.

shall hug you. I won't be able 'I made it myself last night, Alf. not to.' (Most ungrammatical, but I want to know if it becomes me.' very expressive.)

* It's just the kind of hat that I If you're not quiet, Alf, I shall should have bought for you,' he run away.' said.

“And now tell me,' he said; 'I 'I made this dress, too. Do you want to know all about it. When like it? Feel what nice soft stuff Mr. Sheldrake gave me your note it is.'

I was regularly knocked over. I had He squeezed her arm.

to read it twice before I could make I like what's in it best,' he said. sure. How long have you known • What's that?' she asked coquet Mr. Sheldrake? And how did you tishly.

come to know him ? And how did You.'

he find out about you and me?' 0, I daresay,' with a saucy toss Lovers are never tired of asking of her head. But it's the dress I questions. In this respect they rewant to know about.'

semble the character of the AmeIt's the very prettiest dress I rican people, which, if I were asked ever saw.'

to define tersely, I should define 'I thought you would like it; thus: ? and then she inquired anxiously, “It's like a delightful fairy story,' • It isn't too short, is it?'

said Lizzie. With a lover's jealousy, he said “Nonsense, Lizzie. Do be senhe thought it might be a trifle sible. longer.

It isn't nonsense, Alf. It really Goose !' she exclaimed, with an and truly is like a delightful fairy air of superior wisdom. As if you story, and if you don't think so, I'll knew anything about it! If I had not tell you anything about it.' ugly feet, of course I should have I'll say it's like anything if you'll made it a little longer. Perhaps I only tell me all about it.' have got ugly feet.'

Well, then, I must commence 'Little Vanity!' he said. “You've properly. Once upon a time got the prettiest feet in the world.' Here she paused, in the most tan

talising manner, and asked, 'Where movement in the direction of the do I live ?'

park gates. But Felix, not knowWhy, where you lived the last ing what was her intention, held time I was at your place.

back. He had no desire to play 'How long ago is that?' with an the part of spy upon Lily's brother. air of not having the most remote “Why do you restrain me?' asked idea as to whether it was a day, or Martha in a low voice. a week, or a year.

'I don't wish to restrain you, 'This day last week, you little Martha,' replied Felix ; 'but I cantease.'

not go in that direction for a mi"Was it?' as though she really nute or two. You appear to me had no idea. “Perhaps you're right not to quite know what you are Well, everything's altered since about. What is it you want, and then. I don't live there any longer. what is the matter with you ? But, Alfred, isn't your sister here?' 'You passed close by them ?'

'Yes,' he answered, not know- pointing after Lizzie and Alfred. ing what to make of her humour. Yes.'

Oughtn't we to go to her? I "And saw them ?' hope she'll like me.'

“Yes.' She loves you already, for my • What do they look like?' sake, Lizzie. She told me so, and ‘Like sweethearts, I should say, is longing to see you. But we've Martha.' no occasion to hurry. We'll walk An expression of pain escaped slowly, and then you can tell me from Martha's lips. your fairy story:

'Do you know them, Martha ?' "Well,' she said, with a smile at asked Felix. once bewitching and tender, you're I know one. a dear patient boy, and now I'll be Which one ?' good and tell you all about it. 'The girl. I must not lose sight Once upon a time

of her.' They turned, and walked towards Again she made a movement in the entrance of Bushey Park. So the direction of the retreating forms interested were they in Lizzie's of the lovers, and again Felix held fairy story, that they did not notice her back. She had clasped his Felix, who brushed quite close by hand so firmly during the time that them. He saw them, however, and he could not release it without saw at the same moment what was being rough. a greater astonishment to him- If you follow them,' he said, Martha Day, with a face like death, you must go alone. What is this watching the lovers with misery in girl to you? her eyes.

“She is my life—my soul ! cried 'Martha ! he cried, alarmed at Martha passionately, wringing her her appearance, and forgetting his hands. Own trouble for the moment, you Seeing that her passion was atare ill. How strange to meet you tracting the attention of the byhere, and at such a time!

standers, Felix drew her away gently She made no reply to his expres towards the park, in the direction sion of surprise, and did not seem which Lizzie and Alfred had taken, to think it strange that he should Felix had not had much experimake his appearance at that mo- ence of Martha; but what little he ment. Taking, almost mechanic- had seen of her in his father's ally, the hand he held out to her, house had so decidedly exhibited she clasped it firmly, and made a her in the character of a cold pas

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