SALMON AND TROUT MEMORIES 

 IN MANY LANDS 



By Sir HENRY SETON-KARR, C.M.G. 



" Once a fisherman, always a fisherman," it is said ; and I beUeve 

 the saying to be true. What salmon-fisherman is there who does 

 not remember his first salmon hooked and killed ? Well do 

 I remember mine. It was long ago, in the early 'seventies, 

 that I found myself, as an Oxford undergraduate, on the banks 

 of the Orkla River in Norway, in the month of July, during a 

 long vacation holiday. The dark-green pine woods, rocky 

 hills covered with lichen and heather, and mountains of the 

 Trondhjem Amt, ran high above me from the banks of the clear, 

 rushing Orkla River which flows north from the Scandinavian 

 fjeld into the Trondhjem fjord. Woods of birch and moun- 

 tain ash, interspersed with patches of green meadow, clothed 

 the river banks. Ole, or Lars (I forget which it was), my Nor- 

 wegian gillie at the time, steadied the boat preparatory to taking 

 me out to the head of a splendid salmon pool, some ten miles 

 from the river-mouth, where my first attempt to hook a Norway 

 salmon was to be made. We — my undergraduate companion 

 and I — ^were just out from England, and had haply chanced 

 on a stretch of the Orkla then unlet, and all was fresh and new. 

 Oh, for the eager anticipation of a new experience, the thrill 



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