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bow, which started them dragging. Scarcely 

 were they freed from this when they dis- 

 covered that the salmon, with the slack line 

 they had given him when working at the log, 

 had dragged it under a sunken slab, and left it 

 foul there. Fortunately, the fish was now so 

 nearly drowned that he did not attempt to 

 rush, but lay quiet. How to get it out was 

 the question. Old Lew said, " Trouble never 

 comes single. Hold on, S., I've got a way 

 am going to try." " What's that ? " " Am 

 going to tie this piece of board to the rod to 

 keep it up, then fasten the line so it won't run 

 out and throw the rod over." As it seemed 

 feasible, S. accepted the plan, and they did 

 it. So soon as the rod was directly below the 

 slab, it held for a moment, then swung down 

 the stream in line where they knew the fish 

 must be, so, taking up the rod and freeing it 

 from its encumbrances, he began to reel up 

 the line, and found the salmon all right. So, 

 without any further mishap, they soon had him 

 in the boat. I had been a witness of all this 

 manoeuvring, but was fast to a wild and stubborn 

 fellow my self, so could not go to their assistance. 

 S., in telling me about the spree, remarked 



