Salmon at the Antipodes. 



the Tyne salmon-watchers, Sergeant Har- 

 bottle, the water bailiffs, and my man, Mr. 

 Edon, who had gone on before us. The 

 main river of the North Tyne was too 

 heavy for us — no net could possibly stand ; so 

 Harbottle had judiciously made his first shot 

 in the river Beed, just above her junction 

 with North Tyne. He had marked several 

 pair of spawners down on this bed, and hoped 

 to get the lot for me. Eidley and I came up 

 just in time to see our assistants with very 

 long faces. It appears that they had, though 

 the water was then running rapidly, got the 

 net across and some fish in her. Just as they 

 were bringing her round she caught on a rock, 

 and immediately rolled 'leads over corks.' 

 Just at that moment there came a heavy spate 

 from above. The men on the bank could not 

 hold the net, and she straightened herself out 

 beautifully, letting every fish in the net, of 

 course, escape. Mr. Edon, however, managed 

 to secure three half-spawned fish, from which 

 he got a few eggs. We then packed up the 

 wet nets and the kit on to a cart, and marched 

 off to a shallow in the North Tyne, about a mile 

 above, where we thought we might have luck. 



