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some, and in good condition. This I thought no 

 bad beginning, and I was glad to cheer my friend 

 with the sight of the first speckled beauty I 

 bagged. I kept on walking up the river, every 

 now and then discovering new attractions, and 

 delighted beyond measure with all I saw. 



It was in "little Swellan" I believe, that I 

 succeeded in killing my first sewin. This used 

 to rank so high in the estimation of fishermen, 

 that there was often a race to get to it first. 

 Still bent on adding to my store another trout 

 or two like the last, I was startled on a sudden 

 by a sharp pull at my line, that betokened 

 something I had not been accustomed to. 

 "Well, if you are a trout/' I said to myself, 

 "you are the strangest one I have had hold 

 of yet ; though I'll very soon make you shew 

 yourself.'' A most determined fish I found the 

 one in question to be, and to judge from his 

 strength and endurance, at least double the 

 size of the trout already captured. When I 

 thought I had tamed him, more than once did 



