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a narrow gorge, through which the water rushes roaring, 

 raving, and lashing for miles, into which every salmon you 

 hook will use all his energies to throw himself, and if he 

 succeeds, you may depend upon, it he will not stop till he 

 reaches the bank of Newfoundland. In many of them 

 the pine, the beech, the alder, and the tamarack grow down 

 to the edge of the water on both sides, impeding every 

 throw, nay they do worse, they die and fall across the 

 stream, making, it is true, in some pools a very pretty 



ripple, to disguise the fly, but enabling the fish to execute 

 the beautiful but embarrassing manoeuvre of jumping, as 



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