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~ itself. Push on a little farther, and now you 

 see a great crevice slanting diagonally up the 

 wall almost to the brim of the fall over your 



Sa/moj^Jump head< A thin stream of water mns through 



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it, making a fall within a fall. This crevice 

 is full of salmon ; some dead, some lying and 

 resting quietly in the hollows, others kicking, 

 flapping, sliding upward over the wet stone 

 and the slippery bodies of their fellows to the 

 life above. 



Your first visit may solve the problem, 

 for this river at least; or you may have to 

 return again and again before you see the 

 thing accomplished from beginning to end. 

 This is the time, for the river is just begin- 

 ning to rise after the rains, and great runs of 

 salmon are moving up from the pools below; 

 while those that were here, resting below 

 the falls for the great effort, feel the on- 

 ward movement and start upward to the 

 spawning-grounds at the head of the river. 



As you stand here salmon after salmon 

 comes flying in through the falling sheet 

 of white water. Some strike fair against 

 the wall, rebound, and are swept away like 



