Fishing ayith the Fly. 



ETCHINGS ON A SALMON STEEAM. 



BY 

 CHARLES HALLOCK. 



I suppose that all that can be instructively written 

 of the salmon has already been said. The processes of 

 natural and artificial propagation have become familiar 

 to all who desire to learn ; the secrets of their period- 

 ical migrations — their advents and their absences — have 

 been fathomed from the depths of ocean ; their form 

 and beauty have been lined by the artist's brush, and 

 their flavor (in cans) is known to all the world where 

 commerce spreads her wings. And yet, the subject al- 

 ways carries with it a perennial freshness and piquancy, 

 which is renewed with each recurring spring, and en- 

 livened by every utterance which attempts to make it 

 vocal ; just as the heavenly choirs repeat the anthem of 

 the constructed universe intoned to the music of the 

 assenting spheres ! The enthusiasm which constantly 

 invests it like a halo has not been dissipated or abated 

 by the persistent pursuit of many centuries, albeit the 

 sentiments of to-day are but the rehearsal of the orig- 

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