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one, two, three and four-pound trout, and until 

 (after floating below the shallow water) I wag 

 " brought up all standing " by the remark of my 

 Indian canoe-man : " Trout plenty no more. Sal- 

 mon pool here. If he should rise, trout-rod no 

 good." My first impulse was to go immediately 

 back to camp, and I had given the order to that 

 effect when a grunt of surprise from my swarthy 

 friend who could not comprehend how any one 

 could enter a salmon pool and leave it unh'shed 

 induced me first to hesitate, then to countermand 

 the order, and then to appease my conscience by 

 the remark : " Well, I will make a few casts by 

 way of practice." No sooner said than down went 

 the anchor at the head of what I afterward learned 

 was one of the best pools on the river. As I 

 seized my great salmon rod which seemed like a 

 cedar beam after the eight-ounce switch with which 

 I had been fishing and began to gradually extend 

 my cast, I felt as I suppose the raw recruit feels 

 when he first hears the rattle of the enemy's mus- 

 ketry, or as some very timid men feel when, for 

 the first time, they stand up before a great multi- 

 tude of free and independent electors to enter- 

 tain and enlighten them with those profound 

 ebullitions of wisdom and those brilliant bursts of 

 eloquence which are commonly considered the 

 all-sufficient and matter-of-course ingredients of a 



