fisherman's eagerness as you jump forward 

 to grab him. Your hands grip his broad 

 back; but his slippery sides seem to ooze 

 out between your fingers as he rolls away. A 

 swift plunge as he sees his big enemy ; then a 

 broad tail waves triumphantly over the flood 

 and the salmon vanishes into the deeps. 



Good-by, Kopseep, and good luck ! You 're 

 the biggest fish I have seen all summer, and 

 of course you got away. Up at Kopswaugan 

 the salmon are still rising; but I have no more 

 heart for the little nine-pounders. Till next 

 summer then, when I shall look for you again 

 in the same place under the falls. Meanwhile, 

 may the bear and the seal and the shark and 

 the net always miss you. The fisherman has 

 no regrets that your story is not yet ended. 



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77ie Story 

 of Kopseep 



