ANGLER 47 



whirrs out as the fish once more rush up 

 to their dark hiding-place. There, for a 

 few brief seconds, they are quiet, but the 

 angler is prepared for that renewed ener- 

 gy with which they again commence their 

 valiant battle for life. But their runs are 

 becoming shorter, and the slowly click- 

 ing reel tells of a strength that is rapidly 

 giving out. Flashes, like gleams of light, 

 come and go upon the surface of the 

 water, and gently, the line rapidly short- 

 ening, the fish drift this way and that, 

 as they are being led slowly down the 

 stream. There is no landing-net, for such 

 appliances cannot be carried long dis- 

 tances on the off-chance of their being 

 really necessary ; and when the angler is 

 pondering as to how he is to land these 

 two prizes that have made such a plucky 

 fight, a piece of luck, passing the com- 

 mon luck of fishermen, befalls him. The 

 fish drift together, become entangled, 

 and approach the shallow water, clinging 



