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For the information of those who have never been 

 at Schaffhausen I may just say, that below the falls 

 there is a vast pool, in some places of great depth, 

 with a strong current, or stream, running out of it, 

 and about one hundred and fifty yards wide. 

 Across this there is a ferry, and a large punt, like 

 a Thames fishing-punt, plies pretty constantly to the 

 other side, and is propelled by one or two men, 

 according to the height of the river, with great 

 dexterity. For at times the stream from rains, or 

 the melting of the snows on the mountains above 

 the Lake of Constance, becomes very heavy and, 

 indeed, dangerous, and it requires much strength, 

 as well as skill, to get the said punt across at all, 

 for it may at such times be termed a foaming 

 torrent. 



I found that the same man that provided the 

 boats for crossing also rented the right of fishing in 

 the large pool I have named. To him I accordingly 

 went, and picked his brains about salmon and fishing 

 of all kinds. 



Pierre Huxley, a great, big, brawny specimen of 

 the Canton Schaffhausen, with a huge red face, 

 and arms as thick as most men's legs, which were 

 browned to the colour of a pennypiece by the sun, 



