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77>e Story 

 of Kopseep 



only the spots were large and black instead 

 of being small and red. As the summer 

 waned scores of small salmon began to 

 move uneasily along the rocky ridges where 

 the grilse were hiding. A fever seemed to 

 spread through the water, and salmon and 

 grilse alike stopped their ravenous feeding. 

 One morning the salmon moved off together, 

 as if at command, and Kopseep with hun- 

 dreds of his fellow-grilse followed them, the 

 fever of motion growing stronger and stronger 

 as they followed up the well-known flavor of 

 their own river. 



Near the shore they stopped for a few days, 

 waiting for the tides of full moon ; and old 

 Daddy Crummet, who for weeks had not seen 

 a salmon, set his nets again and found them 

 each morning full to overflowing. Then when 

 the tide was highest the shoal surged into 

 the river's mouth, past the rocky point where 

 the seals were waiting and barking like hun- 

 gry dogs at the smell of meat. 



With a rush our grilse shot past the 

 point, where the water boiled and flashed as 

 the shoal doubled away from their savage 



