carried away, he starts down-stream for the run 

 below tin* pool. As it is rough water here, we are 

 obliged to be most careful with the canoe, and just 

 as we get close to the fish, out he jumps again and 

 speeds away for the deep waters of Tim Pool 

 above. We follow as quickly as possible, and 

 after chasing him up and down the river for some 

 time, I finally land a forty-four-pound salmon near 

 the place where the little whirl appeared, and the 

 wager is won. Since then I never judge the 

 weight of a salmon by the size of the whirl. 



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