A French Sportsman 
day’s work, or may not even get arise. The one 
would soon pall on me, whereas the other would 
never do so! 
We had several more days’ excellent sport 
on this grand little river, but did not again 
manage to account for so many fish in one 
day. 
An amusing incident happened on this river 
during our stay. A French training-ship put in 
to Reykjavik, and some of the officers went 
ashore with their guns to get some shooting. 
One sportsman happened on this river, and when 
he arrived at the Foss, which is situated only a 
quarter of a mile from the sea, he saw a lot of 
salmon leaping the falls to ascend the river. 
This was a chance not to be missed, so he 
promptly set to and shot twelve fine fish, re- 
trieving them in due course as they were carried 
over a shallow below. The river watcher came 
upon him as he was indulging in this pastime. 
Mutual explanations followed, then the French- 
man lifted his hat and departed—minus the 
fish ! 
The Bellona was sent up to Iceland on Fishery 
Protection duties, for the trawlers that sail 
from England require looking after in various 
ways. Our ship, therefore, had to move about 
from place to place for this purpose. We often 
put into various fjords for a day or night. It 
was then that Grant Dalton and I got many a 
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