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a salmon with a rush. I caught up the rod, 

 and he was hooked. 



I played him fully an hour. He was such 

 a pretty fish it made me the more anxious to 

 get him, but when he was nearly up within 

 reach of the gaff, and quite drowned and 

 helpless, thereby bringing an immense strain 

 on the fly, the snood drew out, and he was 

 free. We watched him being swept down 

 the Falls, with his tail occasionally showing. 

 It was a great disappointment, as the reader 

 may imagine. S. joined us a little later. 

 He had had glorious fishing, and such famous 

 trout those big silvery-sided fellows, that 

 make the sportsman's eyes sparkle. The day 

 had so rapidly advanced that we found it 

 necessary to move along without further 

 delay, although we all yielded to the necessity 

 with great reluctance. At two o'clock we had 

 reached the head of Salmon Falls, where the 

 boats were to be left, and, the team being there 

 to take us to the village, we were forced to 

 take our rods apart, and thus wind up the 

 pleasantest week's fishing of my life. 



At three o'clock we were at Mr. M.'s, where 

 the salmon were that had been sent down. 



