98 The Evening of Aug. i, 1895. 



water at the head of a short but noisy 

 chute, and when the fly rounded up and 

 rippled the water at the end of a straight- 

 ened line this great salmon unexpectedly 

 appeared. He advanced close up to the 

 fly, almost touched it with his blunt nose, 

 stood poised for a moment in the current, 

 and then turned away, making a swirl 

 that boiled the water up in a smooth, 

 round dome at the place where he had 

 been an instant before. He was given 

 time to settle back to his resting-place, 

 and then the fly went out to search for 

 him again. This time he came with a 

 rush, and opening a great mouth that 

 shut the fly in completely, he turned to 

 disappear again ; but feeling the hook 

 and the tightening line he leaped eight 

 feet into the air, shook his head savagely, 

 and bending his body into a bow struck 

 at the line with his tail while high in 

 air. The water splashed to the shore and 

 splattered the rocks as he splurged under 

 again, and then with the speed of an ex- 

 press train he rushed fifty yards out into 

 the river and made a graceful broad jump 



