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WILD NORWAY. 
CHAPTER VII. 
SALMON-FISHING IN SURENDAL. 
I. Big Fish in a Big Biver. 
The summer of 1892 in Norway proved cold and wet,, 
hardly affording a single warm and balmy day—in 
marked contrast to our previous season, when all 
through June and July the heat was tropical, with 
scarce a drop of rain. Now, we turned out morning 
after morning only to see mist-wreaths and scud still 
coursing along the fjelds, fresh snow on their summits 
at midsummer, and the river in frequent flood. ’Ninety- 
two, nevertheless, marked an epoch: for then, at Glula, 
in beautiful Surendal, I enjoyed my first experience 
of big fish in a big river. 
The Surna that first morning was pronounced to- 
be too big—the index-stone in Galten being just awash, 
instead of standing a good foot clear ; and operations, 
till things had shaken down into shape, were more or 
less casual and tentative. Moreover, the roll of the 
North Sea was hardly out of our heads. F. landed a 
bull-trout kelt of 5 lbs., casting from bank, and in the 
evening I hooked a fish which caused a flutter of excite¬ 
ment as his silvery sides were seen, lashing out, some 
forty yards away ; but Ivar never treated him with 
