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canoe. Again the paddle is taken, and once more does the back- 

 ward stroke send the canoe astern. The line is swerving through 

 the water with great velocity. Taking it in both hands, the 

 angler begins to haul it in, hand over hand. Then a great 

 Shad-like body leaps out of the water, shaking its head in a 

 vain endeavor to loosen the hook from its jaw; but it is firmly 

 caught. Again and again it leaps, but to no purpose; every 

 moment it is drawn nearer and nearer to the canoe. At last 

 it is swimming alongside. What a magnificent fellow it is! 

 But it is far too large to try to jerk into the canoe if it does 

 not spring, and it evidently has no idea of springing. With 

 a sudden wave of its tail it goes boring down. Foot after 

 foot of taut line is given it. All at once the pressure on the 

 line ceases, and the angler begins to look blue. Has the 

 hook broken? No; not yet. Suddenly the line again swerves 

 through the water with great speed. Hand over hand it is 

 drawn in again. Then the great fish rushes to the top of the 

 surface, and in a hurried succession of leaps throws himself 

 in the air, as if dancing some aquatic jig. But a tight line is 

 kept on him, and inch by inch he comes to the side of the 

 canoe. At last he is drawn, helpless and gasping, within 

 reach. A hand is inserted in his gills and he is thrown into 

 the canoe, where a blow from the club ends his existence. 

 He is a Tyee, and will weigh at least thirty-five pounds. 



A faint gleam of light rests on the crown of Mount Constitu- 

 tion. Far across the gulf, the summits of the Olympics have 

 caught the glow of the rising sun and gleam brightly in the 

 early morning light. Afar off on the gulf are seen the sails of 

 a ship, and trailing along the horizon is a long wreath of 

 black smoke that indicates the course of an ocean steamer. 

 Nearer at hand dark bodies are moving through the water; at 

 frequent intervals a column of water rises high in the air. 

 The dark objects are a school of whales at play. Around the 

 canoe the air is filled with flashing and splashing creatures. 

 The angler would not exaggerate if he should say that he saw 



