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settle down to dogged resistance. I could 

 see his golden sides and shapely form 

 turning and swaying, and now and again he 

 would savagely shake himself and struggle 

 like a valiant knight of old against his fate ; 

 and presently he could resist the strain no 

 longer, for I had been giving him what we 

 fishermen term "the butt" for all my rod 

 was worth, and slowly, inch by inch, he bored 

 up stream, and I was able to reel in and get 

 on better terms with my noble captive. At 

 length I regained sufficient line to fill me 

 with more confidence and give me command 

 over my prize, and I saw what a magnificent 

 fish he was. The battle was not yet over, 

 and he made several determined rushes for 

 his old quarters under the bank, but a steady 

 hand and eye frustrated each attempt. 

 Finally, I brought him fairly played out 

 within reach of the net, and in one second he 

 was landed safely. Oh, how delighted I 



