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him, spun it over him, and it was seldom that he 

 did not answer my call. I own it was almost too 

 much of a good thing to sit for two or three hours 

 in the boat waiting for the " moving of the waters," 

 for on some occasions no fish made any signs of life, 

 and then there was nothing for it but to go home 

 and wait upon them another evening I say evening, 

 because I never killed one of the large fellows early 

 in the day, and I found that spinning promiscuously 

 about for them was of no use. 



Well ! I was sitting one evening, rod in hand and 

 ready for action, when up sprang a regular shower 

 of bleak, evidently in a great state of alarm ; my 

 bait was over the place in a moment, and there was 

 a rush at my line, a whirring of my reel, and a 

 bending of my rod, that betokened something serious, 

 something of the sort of feeling that would be caused 

 by getting hold of the Scotch Express or Limited 

 Mail. There were lots of stakes or large fir poles, 

 which I have named before, hard by, and it was 

 pull devil, pull baker, to keep him away from them. 

 I promised him, whoever he was, that I would 

 hold on at my end if he would hold on at his, 

 and as he did so, I eventually got him into good 

 command, I stuck my gaff into him, and was glad 



