ment! Now my courage returns; I spring the 

 rod a little more, and he is soon brought to gaff 

 a fresh-run fish. In goes the steel, and a twenty- 

 eight-pound salmon lies quivering in the canoe. 



" My, but I thought that a big salmon when I 

 saw his tail!" said William. 



" I did n't think it was very large," replied the 

 sagacious James. "You know the water is so 

 muddy you cant see anything." 



" Well, here 's luck, anyway, to the first of the 

 season t Don't you think we had better try one or 

 two drops at the head of Barter's Pool f It is on 

 our way up, and we shall have time enough. 19 



" We might get a fish," replies James ; " suppose 

 we do try." 



Poling to the head, we anchor at the little bar 

 where the river, running swiftly, broadens into 

 a deep pool by the trees. As it is not quite so 

 muddy here, a smaller Silver Gray, No. 3/0 is put 

 on ; and casting to the right and left until about 

 sixty feet of line is spinning through the air, I drop 

 for another try, without any luck. As we are now 

 getting into deeper water, I change to the 5/0; 

 forth it goes again, with prayers for success. 

 Before it has got half-way across the pool, out 

 comes one of the shining beauties, saying, " Nay, 

 nay," and quickly returning beneath the water. 

 Again and again the cast is made, but not being in 

 an inquisitive mood, the fish vanishes up-stream to 



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