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any fish of much heavier weight I had ever 

 handled. And when I thought him a bit 

 beaten, and brought him near enough to gaff, 

 away, and away he continually went, capering in 

 the air, as if he cared for me as little as any rush 

 that grew by the river's side. 



As "all things come to an end" in fighting 

 salmon, as in other matters, more or less 

 material, after scraping him once or twice, and 

 putting fresh life into him, at length I got 

 the gaff well under him, and out I dragged 

 him " nolens volens" 



I can well call to mind even now the sensa- 

 tions of delight that shot through my frame, 

 when the fish lay extended upon the green 

 sward. I not only, I believe, richly deserved 

 him ; but I knew what a hero of the day I 

 should be in the eyes of the hotel-people, when 

 I exhibited this salmon by the side of the white 

 trout his lordship had captured. 



The hotel at Gweedore is one of the most 



comfortable T have ever sojourned in; a 

 I 



