branch, or to have the point of our hook broken 

 just as we are about to send it forth with the ex- 

 pectation of hooking a big fish. 



I have had this experience, and to my sorrow. 

 A large salmon had been reported lying at the 

 lower end of a rather narrow and still pool, situ- 

 ated some distance up the river. Two cliffs, nearly 

 perpendicular, on which grew a few scattered trees, 

 rose majestically on either side of this wild, weird 

 place, the overhanging branches and the slow Cur- 

 rent of the water making the casting most difficult. 

 However, having heard the talo of this wonderful 

 fish, of course I was all excitement and eager to 

 know if the guard from up the river had reported 

 correctly. So William, James, and I, keen for a new 

 experience, started the next morning up the Cas- 

 capedia. Arriving at the pool, we stealth il y 1 imbed 

 the cliff, and, lying on our stomachs, crawled to the 

 edge. Carefully peeping over, we looked down int.. 

 the depths of that deep, quiet pool, and saw an enor- 

 mous salmon about four feet under water, and 

 to all appearances resting quietly upon a project in^ 

 ledge. He was so large that James made his usual 

 exclamation, " Perfectly scandlous!" This time the 

 guard had not exaggerated the size of the fish. 

 We hurried to the beach, jumped into the canoe, 

 and started for the pool, with visions of great hap- 

 piness before us. I told William to place the canoe 

 in a position that would enable me to reach the 



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