TROUT-FISHING IN SWEDISH LAPLAND. 73 



ending in one of the most formidable rapids we had 

 hitherto encountered. Just where the still, deep 

 water merged into the cataract I found was situated 

 the fishing. 



Its outlet dashed into a deep cascade 

 Sparkling with foam, until again subsiding. 



I had hardly let out a dozen yards of line, when 

 what must have been a very heavy fish carried away 

 the little spoon that had hitherto done its duty so 

 well and faithfully. This disaster, which I soon 

 remedied, was due to my being obliged, for want of a 

 better, to make use of a small trout reel, which was 

 unable to pay out the line fast enough. The next 

 essay was more successful, for after two or three pre- 

 liminary nibbles, at which I struck vigorously without 

 being able to hook anything, a dashing and powerful 

 trout attacked the little glittering piece of metal, and, 

 after a severe tussle, which almost bent the rod into a 

 semicircle, was brought to bank and scaled 5 Ib. This 

 fish, in whose stomach, curious to relate, there was 

 found firmly fixed a brass hook, previously mentioned, 

 was the precursor of several others of exactly the same 

 size, but whose play was not so determined as that of 

 this extraordinary fish. It was in apparently good 

 condition. This hook with the twisted wires found 

 attached to it may be seen at Arundel House (The 

 Flyfishers' Club). Examples have frequently been 

 noted of fish caught with old barbs embedded in 

 their mouths. This one was firmly fixed in the 



