I2O Salmon Fishing. 



time came, I felt pretty sure that the three 

 fishermen would hardly pass by this inviting bit 

 of water, without well trying it, and that in all 

 probability one of them would either kill the 

 fish, or frighten him into fits, so that he would 

 not rise again. I began at the top of the pool, 

 and fished down to the very bottom twice, 

 without an offer of any kind. I thought it 

 was all up, but, as a last resource, I put on 

 the fly with the red tail, Dan's ancient horror, 

 and up at once came the salmon, and I hooked 

 him. I believe, I never felt better pleased than 

 at that moment, often and often as the words, 

 "I've got you," have burst from my lips, on 

 finding the strain of a fish. It was a forlorn 

 hope, that only remained to buoy up my fast 

 sinking spirits, lest a blank day should befall me 

 the attempt in this last pool. It struck me 

 that the fish I had hold of was a large one 

 for the Clady ; yet I had no idea of the hard 

 work he cut out for me in trying to land him. 

 He dashed about in the small pool as madly as 



