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lurking there. I cast the fly above the rock 

 and trailed it for a trout, when " Horoosh ! " 

 saluted my ears. Why, it almost took my 

 breath ! A salmon, sure enough and not 

 a wee one either. Fortunately, I did not 

 hook him, as I could not have held him. 

 I put on then a small Butcher, and made 

 another cast on the same spot. Scarcely had 

 it come to his first starting-place when he 

 sailed out, as if meaning business; and we both 

 did we hitched. He probably had never 

 been halter-broken, and was much like the 

 Prairie bronco, very unwilling to give up his 

 liberty. So he fought up the stream, down 

 the stream, and across the stream, evidently 

 determined to get around every rock, and 

 hunt every scrag on the bottom, yet never 

 an attempt at a jump. Sometimes he had 

 two-thirds of my line out, when we would 

 have to up killock, and after him ! Then 

 again he would sulk and lie still, when our 

 poles and stones would have to be used to 

 make him move, as I knew he could only be 

 drowned by keeping him on the go. After 

 this varied performance had been kept up over 

 an hour and a half, we got him up alongside. 



