SALMO HUCHO. 2oi 



try another pool, or the tail of this ; that 

 fish was not alone, and at the moment he 

 took the bait, I think I saw the water move 

 from the stir of another fish. Take your rod 

 and fit your own tackle, Ornither ; half the 

 glory of catching this fish is yours, as you 

 prepared the hooks. I see you are in earn- 

 est ; the blood mounts in your face. Oh ! 

 oh! Ornither! you have pulled with too 

 much violence, and broken your tackle. 

 Alas! alas! the fish you hooked was the 

 consort of mine : he will not take again. 



Ojin. — The gut was bad, for I do not 

 think I struck too violently. What a loss ! 

 How hard, to let the first fish of the kind I 

 ever angled for escape me ! 



Hal. — There are probably more: try 

 again. 



Orn. — Behold! the loss was more owing 

 to the tackle than to my ardour; for the 

 two end hooks only are gone, and you may 

 see the gut worn. 



Hal. — The thing is done, and is not 

 worth comment. If you can, let the next 

 fish that rises hook himself. When we are 



