SALMON-FISHING- IN SONDHORDLAND. 69 
In spring, even this short length is curtailed, since a 
second waterfall, the Lilfos (one mile below Storfos), is 
also unsurmountable to salmon in the strong waters of 
May. Hence the upper water is useless for salmon 
fishing before the summer-time. We tried it down for 
trout, and had evidence of the presence of salmon in 
the dried remains of the largest fish I ever saw, alive 
or dead. As far as measurements could be taken, the 
skeleton exceeded four feet in length, while the ghastly 
gape appeared better proportioned to a shark or man- 
eating crocodile than to a sport-giving salmon. One 
shuddered at the possibility of finding one’s self engaged 
some evening in personal conflict with so ferocious a 
fish. 
It is a curious circumstance that many very large 
fish only succeed in escaping capture by man, to meet 
thus with a natural death at this—the weakest period 
of their lives, that is, just after spawning. 
During the midday interlude, the trout in these 
upper waters (being much sheltered by trees), as well 
as in the lakes above, afforded some little sport, but 
naturally the fish yet lacked condition. The best trout, 
we found, frequented the lowest pools of the delta, 
right down to the fjord — handsome brown fellows, 
free-taking, and averaging half-a-pound apiece. 
The Lilfos being, at this season, the terminus of 
their upward career, the pool below naturally held 
several of the earlier-run fish awaiting a first opportunity 
to ascend. Some of these we induced, reluctantly, to 
“ come out of the wet.” Lilfos, indeed, was a glorious 
pool, my ideal of all Scandinavian salmon-fishings, before 
I came out to see. Immediately behind the angler 
