the lake where his nest is. When he brings 



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his little ones down here to fish, you will see 



them at first whirling low over the water, all " "* G 



excitement at seeing so many big salmon for iuiOfJ yJUf/ip 



cing lights bother their eyes, just as they 

 do yours; and then you will hear Ismaques 

 whistling them up higher where they can 

 see better. 



As we stand on the rock once more and 

 the fly goes sweeping down the current, there 

 is the same swift rush of our big salmon 

 in the same spot, and another miss. He is 

 rising short, that is, behind the fly ; which 

 shows that he is a bit suspicious, and that 

 our lure is too large. As we change it lei- 

 surely for a smaller one of the same kind, 

 the heavy plunge of a fish draws your atten- 

 tion up-stream, where a salmon is jumping 

 repeatedly high out of water just below the 

 falls. "What is he jumping there for?" 

 You will laugh when I tell you that he is 

 trying to get a good look at the falls ; but 

 that is true, nevertheless. Come up to the 

 fallen spruce that bridges the river, and let 



