"That was a big salmon, sir; sorry you lost 

 him." 



" We cannot save them all, James, you know.* 



"I know that, sir; but I always like to get 

 first fish in a new pool it 's lucky, sir." 



44 1 have had enough sport to-day, anyhow. Let 

 us go to camp now and take our traps to the 

 house ; then we can pole up to the Judge's." 



As we pole along, frantic gestures are made by 

 the occupants of the little green canoe quietly 

 anchored in the shade of the overhanging trees. 

 "What is the matter, James!" 



" They probably have seen a salmon, sir, and 

 wish us to keep back." 



Holding the canoe, we await results. Presently 

 the cause of their excitement appears. A large 

 fish rises near the shore, and, seizing the fly, with 

 a big plunge starts down the river. " Bravo ! " we 

 shout as their canoe goes flying past 



" Hold him hard !" I 



At the head of the rapids the salmon suddenly 

 turns, and, jumping three feet into the air, goes 

 back to sulk in the deep water of the pool. The 

 canoe is stop]"..], tho slack line reeled in, and the 

 little cane-rod bent double in the effort to start 

 him again on another wild race. 



"Lower the rod and pull sideways," I shout; 

 " you may be able to move him that way." The 

 little trick is tried, and proves too successful, for 



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