Salmon Fishing. 8 1 



As the day was fast drawing to a close, it 

 struck me that I would on my way home try if 

 I could not become more intimate with the 

 finny friend who had cut my acquaintance so 

 unceremoniously in the morning. Almost in the 

 very same spot as before I saw him most dis- 

 tinctly dash at the fly, but without succeeding 

 in arresting it in the whirling stream. After 

 pausing for five minutes, perhaps, I rose him 

 again, though with the like mortifying result. 

 To give him time now to recover from his dis- 

 appointment, I began much higher up; but when 

 I was within five or six yards at least above the 

 spot I rose him in before, whether he had moved 

 higher, or his quick eye had detected the fly 

 from that distance, I know not ; up he came, 

 head and tail, and soon shewed that he was 

 hooked this time fast enough. Often and often 

 since, as I have watched the marvellous activity 

 of a hooked salmon, the creature that was 

 capering before me now I have rarely seen 

 exceeded in strength and activity in proportion 



