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me with gaff in hand. The race up and down the rocky shore had almost 

 exhausted my stout friend and he was perspiring freely. 



"Good enough, Judge," I exclaimed, "that salmon is more fun than 

 a goat." 



"He's a plucky divil," said the guide, "and I almost think he's 

 hooked foul." 



At length the fish began to weaken and the Judge, with the consum- 

 mate skill of a master of his craft, took advantage of every faltering move- 

 ment and of every display of weakness until, finally, stepping backward 

 quickly up the shore, he brought the fish to a point where Hiram could 

 use the gaff, and he, with a quick stroke with the gaff, lifted the salmon 

 out on the shore. 



" Twenty-three pounds," said the Judge ; " he was strong enough for 

 a forty-pounder." 



" He was hooked in a corner of his mouth," said Hiram ; " 't would 

 be hard to drown him so." 



"Well, we've a pair of good fish, at all events," said the Judge, re- 

 arranging his tackle and preparing to return to the head of the pool. " I 

 hope the Doctor has killed one, at least, for thus far his catch has been 

 limited to trout." 



Resuming my stand near the foot of the pool, I began casting again, 

 but nothing rewarded my efforts except a few trout. At length, convinced 

 that there were no more salmon left, I reeled up my line, and, climbing over 

 the rocks, followed the shore down to the second pool. 



I found the water so shallow by the shore that I was on, that there 

 was no probability of my rising a salmon, and after taking a few trout, I 

 laid my rod aside and walked to the foot of the pool, where the Doctor 

 was busily engaged with a large salmon. As I drew near he was on the 

 point of landing his fish, and William soon secured it with his gaff. 



"Good"! I shouted across the stream ; I 'm glad you have had such 

 luck." 



" Ah, but see here," he replied, holding up another salmon that was 

 lying in the brakes near by; "I call this a pretty pair." 



The Doctor had been fortunate, indeed, his fish weighing eighteen 

 and twenty-one pounds. 



" You 've beaten us," I exclaimed ; " we 've only one apiece, but they 

 are good ones." 



"Four salmon in a forenoon in such water as this is not a bad catch," 

 replied the Doctor," and I reckon we've got all there are." 



Gathering up our fish, we retraced our steps up the stream on our way 

 to the camp. As I passed a small patch of meadow and muddy swamp 

 near the shore, I thought I heard a familiar note, and on investigation I 

 discovered a family of four half-grown snipe with the mother bird. The 



