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again. Meanwhile the salmon was thumping 

 his nose on the bottom to rub the hook out. 

 Failing to accomplish this, I knew he would 

 soon run, and run he did, up the river at 

 full tilt, then jumped several feet out of the 

 water, turned and down the stream like a race- 

 horse. Didn't my reel buzz? Fortunately, 

 I had 150 yards on it, or it would have been 

 " good-bye, salmon/' as he did not stop until 

 he had run off 100 yards. Then he swam 

 into an eddy and rested. After a little I 

 began to ply my reel, and while he fought 

 every inch of the way, jumping out again 

 and getting back to the eddy, I got him some 

 30 yards nearer : then he took another scoot 

 across the Falls, jumped again, and shot into 

 another eddy. It began to look pretty serious 

 for saving him. We had him then full twenty- 

 five minutes without any sign of his giving 

 in, but we soon after observed that he was 

 faltering. As he was too far away to hope 

 to get him up to us against the current, Sol 

 lifted the anchor and dropped the boat 

 towards him, while I gathered in every inch 

 of line, and held him where he was. We 

 stopped her a little above the first heavy 



