78 Salmon Fishing. 



would naturally expect in August ; for though 

 the sun shone at Intervals, the wind was blowing 

 from the east, and was not only wretchedly cold, 

 but far too breezy to be agreeable. Every now 

 and then, too, such a storm of rain would dash 

 down, as to drive me for shelter to a plantation 

 at no great distance from the river side. 



As the day wore on, and after landing one or 

 two fish, I suddenly espied the pool above fore- 

 stalled by a stranger ; and yet I could not help 

 fancying I had seen him before. The water 

 having been placed at my sole disposal, I was 

 somewhat curious to ascertain what reason the 

 intruder had for his trespass on my rights ? 

 Just before I joined him, the wind was blowing 

 hard from behind his back ; not too hard 

 however to prevent my hearing a sudden crack 

 the fatal knell, I was sure, of a departed fly. 

 Pausing for a moment to give him time to put 

 on another, I caught a glimpse of his face, and 

 saw immediately that the trespasser was no other 

 than my attendant of the previous day. Just as 



