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the cast. It was rather discouraging, but we 

 went back again, and the third or fourth cast 

 brought up another fish, which took the fly within 

 a foot of a passing log. Fortunately I was able 

 to get ashore with him, and as soon as I was 

 landed the Indians kept the canoe above me, and 

 with their poles pushed the descending logs out 

 of the way as much as they could. By holding 

 the rod high so as to let such logs as would pass 

 under the line between me and the fish, and drop- 

 ping the point sometimes below the surface of 

 the water to allow other logs to run over the line, 

 I managed after various narrow escapes from dis- 

 aster to land this fish and another hooked after- 

 ward in the same place, and then stopped, as it 

 was so dark that there was danger of being hit 

 by logs we could not see. Evidently an as- 

 cending school of salmon had decided to rest 

 over night in the Judge's Pool. Handling big 

 and lively fish such as these (and they weighed 

 twenty-four and twenty-five pounds), when lots of 

 logs are running and the light fast failing, is 

 about as exciting business as I know of in the 

 angling way, and the enjoyment of it comes 

 mostly after it is over. 



Salmon fishing, under the conditions which 



