come? Is he gone again?" ' Not at all; he 



is right there ; look again. ^ ^ ^ fr/fiere Ifie 



Another long look; again the impression 



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of a window opened, and now you see a 

 salmon plainly. He is lying there, with his 

 nose in a sunken eddy, resting quietly while 

 the river rolls on over him. You see his shin- 

 ing silver sides, the blue tint on his back, the 

 black line of a net on his head, the tail sway- 

 ing rhythmically, — every line of the splen- 

 did fish as in a clear photograph. Then, as 

 if the window were suddenly shut, you see 

 nothing but dancing yellow lights. The fish 

 has vanished utterly, and you must look 

 again and again, waiting till the lights and 

 dimples run away together; and there is 

 your salmon, lying just where he was before; 

 nor has he moved, except for the lazy sway- 

 ing of his broad tail and the balancing of his 

 fins, while the lights above hid him from 

 your eyes. £ ::::.:::r? 



When looking for salmon, as with 4tS^&-r,^. 

 other good things in life, the C::»~ A "# ; 



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