Salmon Fishing. 



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The first time I caught sight of this charming 

 little river, so delighted was I, that though 

 I had trudged many wearisome miles, the 

 additional ones down its banks seemed rather 



to revive me from my fatigue, than to add to 

 its weight. Hardly a stream or a pool that was 

 not in my eyes a perfect little picture itself, 

 with the grey, moss-covered boulders, and the 

 foliage of overhanging trees and ferns of various 

 kinds thick-strewed on every side. 



