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you watch all clay you will not see a single 

 salmon jump there, where you would natu- 

 rally expect him to try. The river pours 

 Sa/mOI^JUinp sw iftly through this notch, worn in the softer 



rock, and spurts far out from the face of 

 the wall beneath. Were a salmon to strike 

 there, he would find no solid purchase from 

 which to finish his leap, but would be over- 



..,„,, ,..,„,,.,.,- whelmed in a flash by the force of 



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\{]\)./\ , ; the cataract. 



To the right of this notch are two 





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Wi,/,> $0. places which seem to be favorites 



with the salmon. Again and again, 

 in days of watching, you will see 

 them land on their bent tails in these 

 two spots. As they land their tails 

 strike down through the falling water, 

 touch the rock beneath, and recoil 

 like steel springs; and the salmon 

 bound up, like rubber balls, and van- 

 ish over the brim. Occasionally they 

 fail, and you have a confused impression 

 of a big silver fish hurled into the tur- 

 moil below. Look ! there in the shallow 

 eddy, beside that rock on the shore. 



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