CHAPTER XXVII 



THE CHINOOK OF MONTEREY 



" Here, when the labouring fish at the foot arrive, 

 And knows that by his strength but vainly doth he strive, 

 His tail takes in his teeth ; and bending like a bow l 

 That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw ; 

 Then springing with his tail, as doth a little wand 

 That bended, end to end, and flirted from the hand, 

 Far off itself doth cast ; so doth the salmon vaut 

 And if at first he fail, his second somersaut 

 He instantly assays, and from his nimble ring 

 Still yesting, never leaves until himself he fling 

 Above the streamful top of the surrounding heap." 



THERE are many reasons why the sea-angler is 

 a very lucky personage. One is, that often, when 

 fishing, he has the charms and delights of both 

 sea and forest, and nowhere is this better exem- 

 plified than at Monterey, the old California town 

 so rich in historic associations. Here, or in the 

 adjacent waters, is the true home of the chinook 



1 This explanation of the leap of the salmon was entertained by 

 some writers within the last fifty years. 



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