his soul, like a wind-touched harp, is thrilling 

 to the melody of woods and waters. 



As he opens his eyes again there is a 

 sudden plunge on the edge of the farthest 

 white rush of water. A huge salmon tumbles 

 into sight, showing head and shoulders and 

 a foot of broad blue back that makes the 

 man's nine-pounders look like smelts in a 

 cod trap. 



"Das de feller; big, oh, big one!" says 

 Noel, straightening his back, and instantly 

 the slender rod gets into action. The fly 

 falls softly across the current; swings clown 

 with the flood and fetches up beautifully 

 at the end of a straight leader, just over 

 the spot where the water humped itself as 

 the big salmon went down. Like a flash 

 he boils up at the lure, throwing his big 

 shoulders out of the foam in his rush ; but 

 the fly swings nearer and hangs skittering 

 on the surface. 



" Miss um, dat time," says Noel with im- 

 mense disappointment; and the man draws 

 in his line and sits clown on the rock to let 

 the big salmon settle into his sunken eddy 



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