THE STORY OF A SALMON. II 
By-and-by, when all the salmon were too large 
to be swallowed, they began to grow restless, 
They saw that the water rushing by seemed to 
be in a great hurry to get somewhere, and it was 
somehow suggested that its hurry was caused by 
something good to eat at the other end of its 
course. Then they all started down the stream, 
salmon-fashion, — which fashion is to get into the 
current, head up-stream, and thus to drift backward 
as the river sweeps along. 
Down the Cowlitz River the salmon went for a 
day and a night, finding much to interest them 
which we need not know. At last they began to 
grow hungry; and coming near the shore, they saw 
an angle-worm of rare size and beauty floating in 
an eddy of the stream. Quick as thought one of 
them opened his mouth, which was well filled with 
teeth of different sizes, and put it around the angle- 
worm. Quicker still he felt a sharp pain in his 
gills, followed by a smothering sensation, and in 
an instant his comrades saw him rise straight into 
the air. This was nothing new to them; for they 
often leaped out of the water in their games of 
hide-and-seek, but only to come down again with 
a loud splash not far from where they went out. 
But this one never came back, and the others went 
on their course wondering. 
At last they came to where the Cowlitz and the 
Columbia join, and they were almost lost for a 
time; for they could find no shores, and the bottom 
and the top of the water were so far apart. Here 
they saw other and far larger salmon in the deepest 
part of the current, turning neither to the right nor 
