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When he was within six or eight feet 
of the surface on his long drive across 
the river, I saw him for the first time. 
And he looked as big as a Well, cer- 
tain accuracy will be expected of me 
that I must respect! And when he broke! 
Five or six feet into the air and over like 
an acrobat. And how he hit that line! 
But it was slack. And I still had him. 
I thought it was about time to breathe 
again. I filled my lungs, kept my line 
gently taut and gathered myself for a 
fight. I never was noted for self-control 
but I was in for a testing. Remember: 
Trout-hook, me fifteen feet aloft with no 
chance of getting more on the level, and 
as ready a set of nerves as any chap who 
had spent the first twenty-five years of 
his life in the confines of a class-room. 
Some battle! 
T HE people of the neighborhood had 
said to me that the salmon running 
so early were thin and dull! That 
they had just worked down from the 
lakes where they had lain for the winter 
and were working- back and forth into 
and out of the salt water getting braced 
up for the sporting life of the summer! 
I had my doubts about whether this chap 
was just down. I made up my mind the 
next minute that he had spent the winter 
in Mid-Atlantic and that he was well 
“braced.” 
I had gathered myself sufficiently now 
to venture another jibe or two. He didn’t 
like it a bit. With a savage dash he was 
off again in a long lightning sweep for 
the surface. Out and into the air, the 
foam flying in the sunlight. I nearly 
lapsed in the grip of the beauty of it all. 
But he had gone straight down again 
away over on the other side. My line 
was three-quarters out. What would 
happen should he make the next sweep 
further down stream. If he ever should 
hit the limit! But there was a long 
shallow sand bar down that way, and I 
invoked the Holy Saint Izaak that he 
should make that barrier loom large to 
my uncompromising enemy. 
And so the battle went on for an hour 
and more, with his weakening and my re- 
assuring. No less than twelve times did 
he flash through his aerial act but the 
twelfth was a very poor effort indeed. He 
hardly did more than course in a circle 
about the surface, nor could he get back 
below without a great shudder and su- 
preme effort. 
I was quite sure now that I could draw 
him up those awful fifteen feet hand over 
hand by the line. But would the hook 
stand that weight? It looked like twen- 
ty-five pounds at least. What shame 
to lose him now! 
But I had not counted his i ve. I 
had his head lifted from the wa a foot 
and was slowly drawing him t in a 
geat vertical line, when with cne sweep 
of his tail, he snapped the line through 
my bare hands cutting like the thin edge 
of a razor. Naturally, I dropped it. But 
I fastened on the rod and stood back. 
And now I was mad! He had hurt me. 
It was no longer a game from my stand- 
point. I suppose it had been a poor game 
from his. I saw his point of view. We 
understood one another perfectly. This 
was to be a battle! 
