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Down again went the paddle, when, mystery of 

 mysteries ! it struck, not a salmon, but the rock 

 around which the salmon had twisted the leader, 

 broken loose from the fly and so escaped, a wiser 

 if not a better fish, quite prepared to resume his 

 game of leap-frog long before his disappointed 

 captor could reel in the fifty ton bowlder at which 

 he had been tugging lustily for more than thirty 

 minutes ! 



Our conversation in camp was of rather a frivo- 

 lous character that evening. We were afraid to 

 introduce any weighty subject lest our friend should 

 interpret it as a personal reflection ! 



