WHERE CHASMS FROWN 



tachment. He ascertained soon that they 

 were engineers, surveying for a railroad cor- 

 poration. All were graduates of Harvard. 



They asked him to join them spearing sal- 

 mon, if he cared for the sport. In single file 

 a sinuous course was followed, on the side of 

 the largest cliff that would take them to the 

 great pool. 



All of the young men wore spiked shoes 

 and secured good footholds. No real path 

 existed. The Angler followed as best he 

 could. 



Heavy waters poured incessantly over a 

 high, broad, natural dam. Both salmon and 

 trout lurked below, awaiting their chance to 

 leap the fall. 



Several days of continued torrid weather 

 had caused melting snows from a distant 

 range of mountains to augment the volume 

 of water in the river, making it impossible for 

 the salmon to leap well above the dam. 



The strong current knocked about these 

 fish and many of them fell back again into 

 the pool. In this way the chance opened for 

 spear play that often ended in a kill. 



Although greatly interested, the Angler 

 realized that he could tarry no longer. 

 Shouting a good-bye he began his return 

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