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 Salmon Jump 



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mind a soaking, — which will do no harm 

 here in the deep wilderness, where there 

 are no microbes to give you a cold, — let 

 us after our salmon. 



With rubber coats falling down over wad- 

 ers, we slip through and under the edge of 

 the broad sheet of falling water and stand 

 close against the rocky wall. It is cool and |M|\|||i 

 wet here; the hollows in the rough face of fK'?\\l\\Vv \ 



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the rock arc brimming over; the air is full jffl.w|,''| 

 of heavy mist; but the flood pours over ' 

 our heads without touching us. A 

 salmon is kicking violently among 

 the stones, and you brush him with 

 your foot out into the cataract. As 

 we move along to the middle of the 

 stream, pressing close against 

 the wall, with the thunder of 

 the falls pouring over us 

 harmlessly, we come sud- 

 denly upon salmon every- 

 where : on the stones, in 

 deep hollows of the rock, 

 struggling up the scarred 

 and pitted face of the cliff 



