140 SALMONIA. 



lOlbs. Play him with care, and do not let 

 him run into the rough part of the stream 

 where the large stones are. 



POIET. It is, I think, the most active fish 

 I have yet played with. See, how high he 

 leaps ! He is making for the sea. 



HAL. Hold him tight, or you will lose 

 him. 



POIET. Fear me not. I trust in spite of 

 his strength I shall turn him. You see I 

 show him the but of the rod, and his force 

 is counterpoised by a very long lever. 



HAL. You do well. But he has made a 

 violent spring, and, I fear, is off. 



POIET. He is! but, I think, not by any 

 fault of mine : he has carried off something. 



HAL. You played that fish so well, that 

 I am angry at his loss : either hook, link, or 

 line, failed you. 



POIET. It is the hook, which you see is 

 broken not merely at the barb, but likewise 

 in the shank. What a fool I was, ever to 

 use one of these London or Birmingham 

 made hooks. 



HAL. The thing has happened to me 



