96 The Evening of Aug. i, 1895. 



all at once, and so easily that one won- 

 dered at it having held so long. Another 

 salmon had given me a violent chase 

 down the rapids and I had torn my 

 clothes, lost my hat, and scratched my 

 hands in leaping over rocks while try- 

 ing to follow him ; but he finally ran out 

 all of 1 20 yards of line, whacked my rod 

 straight under water, and broke away. 

 After that I landed two large salmon and 

 a sea trout. No one would crave any 

 more physical exertion after that sort of 

 work, and so Jo-mul and I had gone back 

 to camp. 



We were sitting at the edge of the rocks 

 in front of camp making the smelt jump at 

 a cast of small flies, while Caribou Charley 

 cooked the young murres that he had 

 condescended to collect for supper, along 

 with a pailful of cloudberries and hairy 

 currants. Several smelt would dart at 

 the flies at once, and I told Jo-mul of the 

 common saying among white men that 

 salmon fishing spoiled a man for any other 

 sort of sport with the rod, and asked him 

 if we had not many and many a time 



