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water rounds over the rock, and, with a strong sweep of the tail, he dashes 

 over the crest into the pool above. On one side of this fall are three or 

 four boxes, cribs, or traps. Here the fall is broken and is rather a 

 succession of sharp rapids, and up these the salmon mostly run and are 

 caught. The rod fishing therefore is provided by those fish which can 

 jump clear over the fall, or which run through the traps on a Sunday. 



Just above this fall is the cast called the Doctor's Throw. It is a turbulent 

 stream about sixty or seventy yards long, and at the head of it another fall 

 five or six feet high falls into the cast, but not quite perpendicular, coming 

 over broken rocks in a mass of heavy water slightly sloping. The whole of 

 the cast is fishable, but the most taking place is near the end, where three 

 great undulating waves rise in succession before the river pitches headlong 

 into the sea below. In the very middle of the second of these waves, not 

 a dozen feet from the edge of the fall, is about the best taking spot in the 

 whole cast, as I knew well, having hooked and seen hooked many a good 

 salmon there previously. On the occasion in question I fished the stream 

 down carefully with a yellow silk-bodied fly with a mixed wing, but did not 

 get a touch, though I thought I saw a curl on the second wave above noted. 

 I then changed to a light purple, or lake-coloured body, which I have always 

 found, even at intervals of several years, most deadly on that particular 

 cast ; and on the very spot where I thought I saw a curl a spanking rise and 

 fasten rewarded me. The fish played splendidly for a few minutes, and at 

 one time I feared that he meant going back to the salt water again ; but, 

 suddenly changing his mind, he Avheeled round and went straight up stream. 

 When he got to the fall I thought he would have turned, but not a bit of it ; 

 with the most splendid resistless sweep he breasted the heavy fall and went 

 clean up it, with the finest dash I ever saw. It was a glorious sight to see 

 this fish flash like a huge silver bar through the clear falling water, and 

 one could hardly believe that my fly was still in him ; but the next moment 

 he was away, making the reel sing "Merrily goes the Mill, oh," on the flat 

 above. 



" Come along up, y'r banner," cried Johnny Lightly. "Come along y'r 

 banner," cried Pat the boatman, scrambling through a bit of falling water 

 to the flat above, "ye'll murther him here sure." 



