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turned and ran up the river. Then he sulked. Next he leaped 
and dove, swimming rapidly up stream to form a bight in my 
line. But, finding all his tricky efforts useless, he started with 
great speed down the river, and I brought him to galf halfa 
mile below where I had hooked him. We weighed within a 
pound of as much as the first one. 
Again T retraced my steps to the head of the pool, to where 
along cast would send the fly beyond a submerged rock in 
the centre of the current, below which salmon appeared to 
rest preparatory to ascending a lengthy rapid which carried 
them to the great pool below the falls. Several times I de- 
livered my fly so as to sweep the current and eddy without 
a salmon putting in an appearance. [therefore walked along 
the shore, casting out as far as I conld on the rapid stream, 
and every time the fly floated round to the edge of the eddy 
at the side I took one step down stream and cast again, so as 
to fish over all the ground on my side of the river. Thad 
not fished more than a quarter of a mile, when, in response to 
my feathery invitation, a very large silvery fish sparkled in 
the air before me! Tadmired him with intense interest ; and, 
after a short contest, he came up persuasively, seeming to 
say, “Pll land without the gaff” Thus he played off and on 
shore, in the air and in the water, until I realized a new sen- 
sation, and began to regard him as a charming pet. I saw 
that he was a very large fresh-run salmon, and much more 
tractable than either of the two which came to gaff Pres- 
ently he slackened speed, and even stopped to rub lus nose 
against a rock, and perhaps try to spring the hook out; but 
these were merely casual experiments to whet his ingenuity, 
while on his way back to the sea, to rid himself of hooks and 
stakenets. By-and-by, after he had led me about half a mile, 
sometimes fast and at other times slow, as suited his fancy, 
making me appear very like, though less artistic, perhaps, 
than Pat with a shillelah in one hand, his hat placed akimho, 
and with his other hand holding a rope fastened to a pig’s 
leg, the pig too large for Pat to control, About that time I 
