52 A RIVER OF NORWAY 



rose a fish, unless my memory plays me false, 

 nine times, and hooked and killed him in the 

 end. The stream was running very swiftly 

 under a steep bank, and the salmon and I 

 were on opposite sides of it. As my fly and 

 line reached the water they were snatched 

 by the stream and carried " all anyhow " to 

 my side. But at each cast a salmon rose half 

 out of the water, only to have the fly pulled 

 from him by the devouring torrent. At 

 length I succeeded by going a little higher 

 up, and wading out to the utmost limit, in 

 steadying the fly over him for a second, and 

 he was mine. 



There is nothing in angling more satisfactory 

 than fishing for, and hooking, a fish which 

 has already risen and missed, or declined, the 

 fly. In such a case it is best when wading 

 to walk up a few yards and fish down again 

 to the fish rather rapidly. I have known a 

 fish rise twice at the fly in one cast ; that is, 

 having missed the fly, to turn round and follow 

 it and rise at it again ; but this is a very un- 

 common experience. But in the more usual 

 procedure, what a tingling of expectation as 

 we approach the fateful spot ! what joy of 



