142 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



would have been useless. With a double cast 

 and this double hook, success was fairly assured 

 if he came for it. 



A fine fellow had been having a grand 

 rolling time the afternoon before at the head 

 of a rock near the foot of the pool, and thinking 

 he was there yet, I cast my fly below it, and 

 gradually worked it up over the spot. Was 

 that a salmon ? or was it my imagination ? 

 There surely was a wave made by the rush of 

 a fish. Well, if that was a fish, he was not 

 pricked. After waiting a few minutes oh, 

 what long ones! the line was cast again below 

 where the agitation was, and worked up over 

 the same spot, without the rush expected. 

 Sometimes these old settlers, yea, and many 

 young ones too, follow your line, moving as 

 fast as the fly. When this is observed, by 

 stopping the fly, he often seizes it. So this 

 game was tried, and the moment the Admiral 

 stopped, Mr. Hawk-bill took possession of 

 him, and was harnessed. Then came the tug 

 of war. I was not long discovering he was 

 not a greyling by any means, but an old-time 

 fellow, that had steered clear of nets and traps, 

 and hitherto ignored all the enticements of 



