Aug. 13, 1910.] 
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below one. A little way up the river an em¬ 
bankment leads off from the main Stream suf¬ 
ficient water to work the turbines that afford 
motive power to the mills, two great pipes lead¬ 
ing from the crest away down into the turbine 
house, that lies on a small rocky promontory, 
jutting out into the pool below the falls. This 
is approached from above by flights of steps, 
cut down through the solid rock, here passing 
through tangled jungle, whence indignant mon¬ 
keys chatter offensive remarks upon one’s per¬ 
sonal appearance, throwing pieces of stick to 
emphasize them; there passing into the open 
round some jutting spur and giving one 
glimpses of the great pool far below. And end¬ 
less, too, appear the steps when one comes to 
make the ascent. Now, although with the com¬ 
ing of the mills, the peace and beauty of the 
scenery has to a great extent vanished, there is 
no doubt that as a compensation it has made 
the falls worth visiting with a fishing rod, if 
only the correct time be hit off. Formerly, 
though the river was full of fish, there was no 
means of catching them. 
Here, then, is the place to fish. But, as I said 
before, it is necessary to hit off the correct time, 
and this, I am sorry to say, is a matter of great 
difficulty. If you are from the north, forget 
your crystal streams and limpid pools, for such 
you will never see in the Ghatprahba, the time 
to say “Eureka, it is clear” is whenever you 
can imagine you see the bottom in more than 
six inches of water! and this, curiously enough, 
only seems to occur for about a fortnight in 
either April or May; for in the Western Ghaut, 
whence the river comes, thunderstorms seem to 
continue more or less throughout the year. 
And like all the streams which pass within fifty 
miles of Belgaum, the red soil seems to possess 
a fatal attraction, which the waters apparently 
find it impossible to shake off. But if you can 
manage to hit off the time, then the sport is 
something to remember in after years. 
On your arrival you can soon ascertain if the 
fates mean you well or otherwise, by walking 
out along the crest of the falls, now a mere 
thread of water, that all but loses itself in misty 
spray ere reaching the bottom. At least so it 
appears from above, though rowing below in a 
boat one realizes that even a small quantity of 
water hurled in continuous stream from a height 
of 180 feet, has power enough o’er wind and 
wave, to make a near approach to the fall im¬ 
possible. And if the fates are propitious, as you 
gaze nervously down that sheer black wall, you 
will see here and there small black dots, like 
pieces of wood, floating on the surface, but 
which on further inspection turn out to, be fish, 
great mahseer of anything between 20 and 100 
pounds. Then it is with no laggard steps that 
you hustle away to discover the downward route. 
The first time that I visited the place, E. and 
and myself did not arrive till nearly 7 o’clock 
in the evening, and fascinated we gazed down 
at those black dots that looked so tiny, but 
were really mighty fish, rolling and splashing 
in derision of us above. Though their safety 
was not a fact assured, for many a big fish was 
washed ashore, killed with stones thrown over 
by pilgrims and mill hands. Much as we longed 
to rush down, it was too late that night, so we 
had perforce to possess our soul in patience. 
Next morning, a very early chota hazri disposed 
of, saw E. and myself down by the Turbine 
House, putting together our rods under the 
shadow of the imnjense rock wall, which luck¬ 
ily afforded 11s shade till nearly noon. For the 
heat in May down in that breathless hollow was 
sufficient to distress one quite enough, without 
the sun’s rays to aid in one’s undoing. Soon 
we were ready, one of us just below the small 
fall near the house, the other some 20 yards 
away, where the turbine stream debouched into 
the great pool. For a short spell I watched, till a 
sudden heave in mid-stream followed by a 
glimpse of a broad black back showed that there 
was one fish at least hunting for his breakfast. 
In swung my first cast, almost over the broken 
waters, and the bait — a wagtail — had hardly got 
into its stride, when came a furious tug and the 
line was ripping through the water away to the 
center of the pool. Considerably more than 100 
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