"Take the rod, Heck, and play th li>h." 



"No, no, w he cried; "I am perfectly content 

 Win the fight, for such a picture will never appear 

 again." 



As we go rushing down the stream the bright 

 silvery streak shoots forward in the shade of the 

 dark mountain. Up-stream it glistens, bursting 

 forth in the bright moonlight; then back again it 

 speeds, to be lost as suddenly in the darkness. 

 What frantic attempts to disappear ! But at last, 

 wearying of its efforts, this wonderful wild spirit 

 is finally conquered, and lifting a thirty-six-pound 

 salmon into the canoe, we gaze upon its beauty in 

 the moonlit pool. 



" This is the dream of salmon-fishing ! w exclaims 

 Napoleon, as we paddle toward camp. 



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