54 THE ADVENTUIIES 



pool, and he is up with the morning's tide. He 

 has not an idea of the dangers he has escaped 

 by the way. The very meshes of the net may 

 have touched his sides, and startled him into an 

 impetuous rush, which luckily was on the right 

 side of the fence, or he had now been on his 

 way to Chester Market. But he is all uncon- 

 scious ; the straight bare channel, with its even 

 sandy bottom and unsheltered course, has had 

 no charms to delay him ; so he has .come right 

 away, through a host of dangers ; over some stake 

 nets, under or just outside others, until the 

 shady heights of Curzon Park tempted him to 

 linger awhile. 



And now he has entered on, and is un- 

 wittingly pausing in the most dangerous part 

 of his career. He has not been in so great 

 peril since he left the ocean, as awaits him in the 

 last few hundred yards below the Causeway. 



Look at the pool below the old Chester Bridge; 

 once forming part of what was called the 

 "Kynge's Pole," and reserved as a royal domain. 

 Net after net is thrown; no sooner has one 

 boat made a cast than another follows ; it seems 

 hardly possible the salmon should ever escape 

 them, and yet they do, and by scores, as you will 

 find if you take a trip up to Overton, and visit 

 the Weir at Erbistock. And our special friend, 



