Salmon Fishing. 1 5 7 



See, how lie struggles through the stream, he scarcely can 



command 



His footing for an instant, like a drunkard on dry land ; 

 Now here, now there he flounders on ; hurrah ! the worst 



is past ; 

 He's reached the still back-water, now stands on diy land 



at last. 



With shortened line, and tightened reel, thy foe, brave fish 



draws nigh, 



Where panting still, and powerless, he sees thee prostrate lie; 

 Then stealthy, as a wild cat, with the gaff clutched in his hand, 

 He drives it quiv'ring through thy side, and drags thee on 



the land. 



The owl hoots from his leafy haunt, the curlew overhead 

 Whistles in softened cadence a requiem for the dead ! 

 In after years the angler, again, and again, will tell 

 Of his long and famous struggle with the fish that fought 

 so well. 





