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considerably, particularly the fly, which not only had one of 
the hackles broken, but also the tinsel; I therefore stuck it 
carefully in the crown of my hat, and replaced it with 
another, intending in the evening, when comfortably seated 
in our snug ¢éabin, to bring my pliers, scissors, vise, etc., into 
play, and construct its counterpart, being well satisfied that 
the combination of color which in previous exploits had 
done me good service was again destined to reap fresh 
laurels and further establish its reputation. The upper por- 
tion of the stream, and the only part I had so far fished, 
was now well rested; and while refreshing myself, prepar- 
atory to making a third essay, several noble fish broke wa- 
ter in the immediate vicinitf where I had hooked both of 
my trophies. From what I had already seen, I was con- 
vinced that magnificent sport was before me, and that I 
had at last arrived in the land of plenty—of salmon. There 
was a satisfaction in knowing this—a feeling I will not at- 
tempt to describe, a gratification of a longing often felt, but 
never expected to be realized. Fancy, brother fishermen, 
having salmon as abundant as trout ina good trout-stream ! 
In ten casts I had three rises, out of which I had hooked 
and killed two fish; and‘’my friend across the water had 
also been busy. Ye lords and commoners, who pay enor- 
mous rentals for salmon rivers, can you, with all the par- 
aphernalia that a London fishing-tackle establishment can 
supply, with all the attendance and accessories that wealth 
can purchase, show a finer record? Truly I doubt if it is 
possible. Again I commenced at the head of the pool, and 
slowly progressed downward; one fish I stirred, but on a 
second time casting over him, fle refused to put in an ap- 
pearance. Step after step I descended, and when not more 
than ten yards below where I had hooked my first fish I 
struck another; but, alas! the hook did not hold: a few 
spasmodic struggles, and he was free. 
