things close at hand. Standing on the same 

 rock Noel will point out a score of salmon 

 /^yyevnr mc wnere y OU see nothing but changing lights 

 Dd/inO/^JUinp anc | dimples. It is not because his eyes are 



stronger or keener than yours — for they 

 would fail in a week if they had your work 

 to do — but simply because he has learned 

 to look through the intermediate superficial- 

 ities for the better thing that he is seek- 

 ing. Where your eye sees only ripples and 

 flashes, his eye disregards these things and 

 finds the big salmon lying just below them. 

 Climb into the tree there, the big spruce 

 leaning out over the water. Now the surface 

 lights have lost their power over your eyes, 

 and you can see clearly to the river's bed. 

 There, close beside the one salmon that you 

 glimpsed for a moment, a dozen more are 

 lying. Above and below they sprinkle the 

 river, each one lying with his nose behind 

 a stone and catching the current's force on 

 his fins in such a way that the flood, which 

 would sweep him away, is made to hold him 

 in position without conscious effort, just as 

 a sea-gull soars against the- wind. 



