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Upon the shore, just below where we 

 started, I noticed three Indians and three 

 white men, also a canoe in front of them. 

 The wind was blowing heavily down the river ; 

 in fact, that appeared to be the only drawback 

 to getting fish, as it would make it difficult 

 to cast my fly. But eager fishermen wink at 

 such obstacles, and are always hopeful, so we 

 continued towards what I was made to believe 

 was the best part of the pool, but approaching 

 the head of the Falls too closely for my idea of 

 the best fishing spot, so I remarked two or 

 three times, " I think the killock should be 

 dropped," but was met with the reply, " We 

 want to go a little further yet." At last I got 

 desperate, and told the boy to throw it over, 

 and at once began fishing, my whole thought 

 being riveted on the fly, supposing, as a 

 matter of course, the boat was all right, as 

 there were two to look after her. Presently 

 my attention was called to a shout from the 

 shore, " Your boat is dragging over the Falls ! " 

 I was not long taking in the whole situation, 

 for at that moment we were dangerously near 

 them, almost at the head of the receding 

 rushing waters. The young man was using 



