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of fifteen feet over the surface. Turning 

 sharply down stream he shot instantly 

 through the chute, stopping to whirl once 

 in the broken water, and then pulled out 

 a hundred yards of line so swiftly that it 

 fairly took my breath away before I could 

 jump over the rocks and follow him along 

 the shore. Up he went into the air again 

 and then back into the current, yanking 

 his head furiously back and forth with 

 regular strokes. His next move was to 

 march up behind a rock in deep water, 

 where he sulked, remaining in the same 

 place for ten minutes, and giving nervous 

 twitches on the line, which was drawn so 

 tightly in the water that it hummed a 

 tune in G minor, and cut the water so 

 that a little transparent sheet an inch high 

 stood straight up. 



In thirty minutes the salmon had be- 

 come sufficiently tired to allow me to 

 guide him into shallow water near Jo-mul, 

 who struck him fairly with the gaff and 

 lifted him out upon the rock at his feet. 

 A beautiful fish it is, and one that re- 

 quired a pretty good knowledge of his 



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