"That is all luck, James; that salmon has just 

 worked into the pool." 



" Never mind, sir ; I 9 ve got him on. 19 



"Yes, and you must play him also." 



" I cant, sir : the water is too swift ; I have the 

 canoe to manage." 



By the time I have taken the rod the salmon is 

 thirty yards away. Mixer is enchanted at the 

 prospect of a race down the river. 



" That fish is bound for the bay," exclaims Wil- 

 liam, as he gives an extra stroke with the paddle. 



Faster and faster we glide along in our endeavor 

 to overtake the salmon, while Mixer, wild with 

 excitement, is urging on the men by the music of 

 his delightful yelp. Every muscle is strained now 

 to win a grand victory. 



"Look out for that log I 91 shouts James, as the 

 salmon runs close to the shore. "Keep her off 

 more. Paddle faster and get below the fish." 



Down the current we rush past the big rocks, 

 when William, quickly turning the canoe, sends 

 it safely into the still water. There, after a few 

 minutes 9 fight, the salmon is brought to gaff. 



" Thirty-one pounds and what a dear I" 



" As we have come so far, I think it beet to go 

 and see what Mr. Heckscher is doing; the other 

 pools can be fished after luncheon. 19 



" We do feel a little weak at the stomach after 

 the race, sir," reply the men. 



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