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sometimes happens) be a bad one farewell, oh, 



giant of the deep, for ever ! Absit omen ! all is 



well, as yet, that rush is over. He has a terrible 



length of my line out, but he is in a safe part of 



the pool and rather disposed to come back to me, 



which gives me the opportunity, which I seize 



eagerly, of reeling up my line. The good-tempered, 



reasonable monster ! But steady ! there is a limit 



to his concessions. No further will he obey the 



rod's gentle dictation. Two rebellious opiniative 



kicks nearly jerk my arms out of the shoulder 



joints, and then down he goes to the bottom. 



Deep in the middle of the pool he lies, obdurate, 



immovable as a stone. There must he not remain ! 



That savage strength must not be husbanded. I 



re-enter the boat, and am gently rowed towards 



him, reeling up as I advance. He approves not 



this, as I expected. He is away again into the 



very midst of the white water, till I think he means 



to ascend the foss itself hesitates irresolute there 



a moment, then back again down the middle of the 



