144 Salmon Fishing. 



his flies. Bigger than many humming birds, 

 how he managed to cast them comfortably to 

 himself through the air, considering the great 

 resistance, I could not conceive. That he did 

 do so, and with a certain amount of success, 

 is undeniable. 



On the morning in question, he went to the 

 river-side, full of hope, and fished on and on, till 

 the limit he had given himself, was almost 

 reached. 



To his great delight, at last up came a large 

 fish, and he felt already half-way towards his 

 being his own, so fairly was he hooked, and 

 so confident was he in his tackle. But no ! 

 quietly, my friend, Salmo is a widely-different 

 creature from a slimy chub, or sulky pike. He 

 has a way and will of his own, be your hook 

 ever so large, and your line a cable. The fish 

 shewed himself two or three times ; and, as it 

 may be imagined, the tempting spectacle made 

 the impatient angler all the more eager to land 

 him. At length when his hopes were on the 



