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Title: With fly-rod and camera
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Samuels, Edward A. (Edward Augustus), 1836-1908
Subjects: Fishing Fishing
Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ld o o logging camp on the river side, and got my patient outof the boat and into the camp. However, I started upa bity smudge, for althoutrh the iiies had finished theirwork for the day, the mosquitoes began to show up inclouds. I then built a fire and got supper. I contented my-self with hard tack, fried bacon and tea. For Wilson Imade a dish of fiour porridge; and through the eveningI laid cloths steeped in hot water across his abdomen,changing them as fast as they cooled off to the temper-ature of the body. This treatment seemed to do him good, and glad andthankful enough I was to see the poor chap coming around,for it was a pretty serious matter for me to have a sickman on my hands alone in the wilderness, particularly asI did not know what ailed him, and what the best treat-ment would be. At length I smudged out the camp and turned in,leavintr a bio; smoke o^ointr outside. On the followintr mornins^ Wilson was so far recov-ered that he could move about without my assistance, and
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io6 IVith Fly-Rod and Cajiicm. we got an early start on the river, he, however, still tooweak to paddle. The flies, however, soon put in an ap-pearance, and I was obliged to kindle my smudges again.I sped the boat as rapidly as I could, but it was noonwhen I heard the oh, how welcome roar of the falls, andknew that the end of my journey on the river was athand. Wilson, though still feeble, was now able to walk thecarry (portage) around the falls with me, although we hadto travel slowly; and it was late in the night when wereached his home at Wilsons Mills, and I was relievedof my responsibility and anxiety. We were both so badly poisoned by the virus fromthe insects that we were in high fever for a day or two,but STOod nursinof brouo-ht us out all rieht. My hands were in a terrible state, for, in addition tothe soreness from the bites of the flies, they were badlyblistered by the hard bout I had had with the paddle.Yes, that was an experience with black flies never tobe forgotten. The

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