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sometimes happens) be a bad one — farewell, oh, 

 giant of the deep, for ever ! Absii omen ! all is 

 well as yet, that rush is over. He has a terrible 

 length of my line out, but he is in a safe part of 

 the pool and rather disposed to come back to me, 

 which gives me the opportunity, which I seize 

 eagerly, of reeling up my line. The good-tempered, 

 reasonable monster ! But steady ! there is a limit 

 to his concessions. No further will he obey the 

 rod's gentle dictation. Two rebellious opiniative 

 kicks nearly jerk my arms out of the shoulder 

 joints, and then down he goes to the bottom. 

 Deep in the middle of the pool he lies, obdurate, 

 immovable as a stone. There must he not remain ! 

 That savage strength must not be husbanded. I 

 re-enter the boat, and am gently rowed towards 

 him, reeling up as I advance. He approves not 

 this, as I expected. He is away again into the 

 very midst of the white water, till I think he means 

 to ascend the foss itself — hesitates irresolute there 

 a moment, then back again down the middle of the 



