314 FISHING GOSSIP. 
to catch him—who had in fact the worst of skill and 
the best of luck. 
“ Tt’s no use going to the weir,” we simultaneously 
exclaimed ; “let's try for a jack.” “Ina year or two, 
Harris,” added I, “if all goes well, we'll try for a 
salmon,” 
“TI don’t see why you should not,” said Harris ; 
“the reach just above the lock used.to be a famous 
place for salmon. My family have been fishermen 
here and at Laleham for the last hundred and thisty 
years ; and I heard the old people say that my grand- 
father caught a salmon weighing forty-seven pounds 
between this and Laleham, and eight one morning 
at a single sweep of the net below this very bridge ; 
and if you gentlemen at Hampton continue to turn 
them out, some of them will most likely come back. 
up the river. "They would soon get through the dirty 
water at London—that is, if they can stand the gas, 
and they would be up here in no time. The old 
people used to calculate that a salmon would come 
up to Chertsey from the mouth of the river in about 
twelve hours.” 
“ Look out !” cried my friend, who was meanwhile 
fishing away. “I’ve got him.” “What is he?” 
“He’s not very heavy.” “Pull him up, then.” The 
line came home far too easily to be agreeable to the 
angler. “Is that all? a little foolish one-year-old 
jack, about as big as asmall table-knife. Little goose 
