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and the river-bed somewhat choked with 

 boulders and rocks. All about these foam- 

 ing waters crashed and eddied, transforming 

 themselves into active miniature rapids, 

 then becoming quiet again as they passed 

 the foot of the decline. 



Rocks of all sizes were huddled together 

 on either shore for a hundred feet or so, then 

 broad strips of glistening white sand stretched 

 themselves languidly in the June sunshine 

 and in turn verging into meadows of waving 

 green. 



Just at the edge of the basin and near the 

 bank a large flat rock showed above the 

 surface. It was not easy of access and pro- 

 vided just standing space for one person, 

 but it was an excellent place for casting, 

 having no bush growth or trees nearby. 

 Both fishermen used five-ounce split-bamboo 

 rods, selecting the McCarthy and Montreal 

 flies. 



McCarthy had the first turn. His cast 

 was a beautiful one and a fair-sized fish 

 struck sharply. An interesting battle en- 

 sued and needless to say, the salmon was 

 played and landed in perfect form. Then 

 McCarthy rested and in turn watched the 

 Angler try his skill. 



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