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sight of Peter's imperturbable countenance. 



It was quite a picture to see the old fellow 

 with the rod in his hands, the line on the strain, 

 and he standing quite motionless, and as grave 

 as a judge ! 



" Well done, Peter ! you've got hold of him 

 still, I see. Here, hand me the rod, and I'll 

 soon stir him. Why, what on earth ails the 

 fish ? he is'nt gone, is he, and the fly fast in 

 the rock ?" 



All the while I was speaking I kept winding 

 up the line, which I found Peter had let out 

 within a very small remnant of the hundred 

 yards I had on the reel. When I got it 

 sufficiently shortened, I said to Peter, " I'll stir 

 him now, if he's still on, or snap the gut." I 

 held the rod quite straight, and pulled pounds 

 upon pounds ; far, far beyond what I thought 

 any gut would sustain ; when lo, all at once 

 the resistance ceased, and I saw the line slowly 

 move on. 



"Hurrah, Peter, I've got hold of him still, 



