down; and the advice is good, because the 



river is full of salmon, and down below, ^, 



where they have not seen the fly, they will . 



come up with a rush at anything. Here they Dcf ' 



have already grown shy from seeing the little 



Jock Scott sweeping over the foam, followed 



by the terrific rushes of two captured salmon 



and of three more that broke away gloriously. 



But it is only a small part of fishing to catch 



fish, and the man finds it perfect where he 



is, thinking it better fun to locate one good 



salmon and entice him to rise, rather than 



go below and catch or lose a dozen. So he 



stands quietly on the jutting rock, watching 



the river, listening to the music. 



So long has he stood there, following the 

 swing and jump of his little fly in the boil- 

 ing current, that the rushing movement has 

 got into his eyes, producing a curious illu- 

 sion that every salmon fisher will recognize. 

 Not only the river, but the shores themselves 

 seem sweeping along to keep pace with the 

 hurrying flood. The big log that bridges 

 the stream below the falls is running swiftly 

 away, and after it come the white sheet and 



