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rod, and for some hours made a sad muddle of the 

 business, but managed to get lots of fish on to the 

 bank notwithstanding. 



I found my occupation sufficiently absorbing, as it 

 was the first grayling fishing worthy of Lapland that 

 I had met with ; but a glance over my shoulder showed 

 me half the family engaged in wrestling with the large 

 rod like one man, and getting almost the best of the 

 contest, but producing in the process the, to me, most 

 excruciating sounds, at times like the cracking of a 

 whip, at other times like the whistling of a gale of wind, 

 as the bending top described a semicircle in the air. 



However, in a couple of hours the bag had reached 

 the agreeable dimensions of twenty-six grayling, nine 

 of which, tied together, weighed 14 lb., and ten trout of 

 only moderate size. Work was struck about midday 

 to allow of preparations being made for a most success- 

 ful day on the morrow on some of the other connecting 

 cataracts between the two lakes, for the Great Horn 

 Lake is joined to the one below it by seven distinct and 

 separate parallel rivers. All fish not used at once were 

 carefully scraped and salted down in a barrel. 



It was pleasant to know that nothing would be 

 wasted that every fish would be of use fish that 

 their coarse appliances could not bring to bag in large 

 numbers, but which was simply a question of time 

 when using the English tackle I had with me. 



Next day we took a good luncheon of eggs, tunn- 

 brod, reindeer meat, goats' milk, cheese and butter, 

 and rowed across the lake in splendid weather to the 



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