A Little Miss and a Big Fish 



Brother fishermen, may I present to you Miss 

 Ruth Mae Lawrence, of Salem, Oregon, and a Pa- 

 cific salmon story with thrills and a heart-breaking 

 finish. It's a great privilege to print it. 



Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the Royal 

 Chinook. To shake his hand, you must have strength, 

 courage, endurance, and adaptability, for no two of 

 these gallant fish fight the same. I have seen one leap 

 eight times out of the water, each leap higher than a 

 man's head, and again have never seen them until they 

 were dragged dead to the boat, and lifted gently in 

 with the gaff, while the perspiring victor received his 

 congratulations with beaming face. 



When the waters of the mighty Columbia are in 

 flood, they back up into the Willamette through the city 

 of Portland, making dock owners hastily move their 

 shipping goods to higher levels and fishermen re- 

 signedly remove the miscellaneous floatage of two great 

 rivers from their hooks and lines or not so resignedly 

 lose their tackle on some hidden snag. At a bend of 

 the Willamette in the Rose City lies Swan Island, with 

 graceful trees on its high banks in the drowsy summer 

 time, but covered with water in many places when the 



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