CRAZY GEAR AND A WILD FISH 233 



cliff under water a spot which any and all 

 of my American readers who have ever fished 

 the Greenfield waters will recognize as a 

 choice one; fish almost always being found 

 there; so when my fly was cast here and 

 worked towards me, the rush of a fish was 

 expected, and when the whirl was seen I was 

 ready, and hooked him. A wild fellow he 

 soon showed himself to be, for he started off 

 on the hop-skip-and-jump style, trying the 

 strength of my crazy gear, which soon began 

 to " wiggle-woggle " not so classic as explana- 

 tory, leaving me in a peck of trouble. What 

 to do and how to do it had to be settled 

 speedily. Only one thing seemed applicable 

 then that was the knife on the lashings. 

 How it was done I don't know now I didn't 

 know then ; but done it was, and the 5 feet 

 of rod were again in my hand. As the salmon 

 gave up his racing a little, I see myself now, 

 reeling that line and coiling it along the 

 boat for future use. None too soon was this 

 accomplished ; for the lad was none of your 

 sluggish chaps, but a nervous, rushing one, so 

 he was off again, this time making straight 

 for me, as though having taken pity on my 



