THE SALMON AND THE KODAK 139 



The fly had worked beautifully over the best part of 

 the pool, and fished every inch of the run known to be 

 the lie of the fish. Had Brown taken any good shots ? 

 Yes ; he had been snapping Grey ever since he entered 

 the water. "Then," said Grey, "I'll fish the pool 

 below, and give you an hour's spell. If you move, do 

 it as quietly as you can." " All right," said the 

 kodakeer ; " it is not very cold ; I'll have a smoke 

 and a read, and won't move at all unless I get 

 cramped or frozen." 



Brown enjoyed his book, suffering no sort of discom- 

 fort ; he lazily smoked his pipe and thought how 

 much better it was to be listening to the twitter of the 

 birds, watching the clouds of rooks wheeling over the 

 distant wood, and resting in peace, than slaving with 

 an i8-ft. rod and straining every muscle in the effort 

 to dispatch the unheeded fly across the big water to 

 the core of the pool (for fishing purposes) under the 

 cliff. Then, down out of sight went his meerschaum, 

 for beyond the stile appeared the face of the great 

 purist, who looked cautiously around, stepped stealthily 

 over, laid down his rod, walked a little down stream to 

 a point whence he could see the half-visible figure of 

 Grey very clear in the noonday light in the water of 

 the next pool. Then he returned and waded in to 

 fish the Rowan. 



" Here's a chance for the Kodak," muttered the wit- 

 ness, shrinking into cover, and scarcely breathing lest 

 his hiding-place should be revealed. 



The purist was too intent upon his design of fishing 

 another man's pool once down, without loss of time, 

 to look about him carefully. The coast was so obviously 

 clear. Brown therefore took snapshots, a round dozen, 

 of what followed : (i) A fisherman armed with a 12-ft. 

 spinning rod, wading into the water at the precise bit of 



