. Frank Forester's fish and fishing of the United States and British provinces of North America [microform]. Fishes; Fishing; Poissons; Pêche sportive. SALMON FISHING. 235 " Brave fellow! hia last race is run, hia last spring sprung—no more shall he disport himself in the bright reaches of the Tamar ; no more shall the Naiads wreathe hia clear silver scales with river-greens and flowery rushes. " The crual gaff is in hia side—his cold blood stains the eddiea for a moment—ho flaps out his death-pang on the hard limestone. " ' Who-whoop ! a ni^ieteen pounder !' " Meantime the
. Frank Forester's fish and fishing of the United States and British provinces of North America [microform]. Fishes; Fishing; Poissons; Pêche sportive. SALMON FISHING. 235 " Brave fellow! hia last race is run, hia last spring sprung—no more shall he disport himself in the bright reaches of the Tamar ; no more shall the Naiads wreathe hia clear silver scales with river-greens and flowery rushes. " The crual gaff is in hia side—his cold blood stains the eddiea for a moment—ho flaps out his death-pang on the hard limestone. " ' Who-whoop ! a ni^ieteen pounder !' " Meantime the morning had worn onward, and ere the great fish was brough to the basket, the sun had soared clear above the mist- wreaths, and had risen so high into the summer heaven that his slant rays poured down into the gorge of the stream, and lighted up the clear depths with a lustre so transparent that every pebble at the bottom might have been discerned, with the large flsh here and there floating mid d3pth, with their heads up stream, their gills working with a quick motion, and their broad tails vibrating at short intervals slowly but powerfully, as they lay motionless in opposition to the very strongest of the swift current. " The breeze had died away, there was no curl upon the water, and the heat was oppressive. " Undor such circumstances, to whip the stream was little better than me>'e loss of time, yet as he hurried with a fleet foot down the gorge, perhaps with some ulterior object, beyond the mere love of sport, Jasper at times cast his fly across the stream, and drew it neatly, and, as he thought, irresistibly, right over the recusant fish; but though once or twice a large lazy Salmon would sail up slowly from the depths, and almost touch the fly with his nose, he either sunk down slowly in disgust, without breaking the water, or flapped his broad tail over the shining fraud as if to mark his contempt. " It had now got to be near noon, for, in the
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