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So we started off to walk down the river-side, timiug 

 ourselves to hit off the boat^s arrival at the pool ; and, 

 sure enough, as we were stowing away sandwiches with 

 a nip of the neat, she hove in sight (we believe this is 

 the correct nautical term, but are not quite certain 

 if it be applicable to a boat perched on the top of a 

 farm-cart) over the brow of the hill, or, better still, on 

 the " horizon,'^ whence she soon found her way into 

 the water, merely protesting against such informal 

 treatment by giving us an insight into the peculiar 

 properties of tar. 



This stretch of water is the beau ideal of a salmon- 

 pool, and is capable of being fished all the way down 

 by standing on or wading from the bank ; but to cast 

 the middle and far side a boat is required, and when 

 both these methods are employed it easily affords a 

 whole day's fishing. The pool is over a hundred yards 

 long, with a heavy stream at the head, gradually de- 

 creasing in force until it subsides into a good swift run 

 to the foot, setting conveniently towards the side, which 

 can be nicely waded. 



From beyond this main current the water runs at a 

 good pace to within a few yards of the opposite bank, 

 where it gets thinner and affords capital fishing when 

 other portions are too big. 



The bottom of the pool is broken up here and there 

 by large stones and boulders, forming resting-places for 

 the fish, their positions being indicated by swirls on 



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