. Pleasures of angling with rod and reel for trout and salmon . ue. I dont like, he said, the occasionalfeel of my line. It seems to me that the fellow isnibbing his nose against a rock, trying to chafe offmy leader. There it goes again! I must get outof this or I shall lose him, sure. The fight hadbeen going on now for two hours and fifteen min-utes by the watch, and Mr. D. had just made hisfirst step toward the canoe, when up came thebroken leader, the sad memento of a lost battle!Just what he feared had happened, and what wasundoubtedly the largest fish that had been hookedthis season, turn
. Pleasures of angling with rod and reel for trout and salmon . ue. I dont like, he said, the occasionalfeel of my line. It seems to me that the fellow isnibbing his nose against a rock, trying to chafe offmy leader. There it goes again! I must get outof this or I shall lose him, sure. The fight hadbeen going on now for two hours and fifteen min-utes by the watch, and Mr. D. had just made hisfirst step toward the canoe, when up came thebroken leader, the sad memento of a lost battle!Just what he feared had happened, and what wasundoubtedly the largest fish that had been hookedthis season, turned tail upon his discomfitedcaptor. And there was silence for the space of aminute. Fisher, gaffer and lookers-on were equallyspeechless. If any one was tempted to blaspheme,he evidently felt that he had nothing in his vo-cabulary at all adequate to the occasion, and saidnothing. I had always admired the complacentserenity with which my poor friend had borne thecrosses of life, but on this occasion his serenitytouched the verge of the sublime. Happy man IBWIH. PLEASURES OF ANGLING. 81 who can thus lose a (say) fifty-pound salmon with-out intermitting a single puff of his cigar! Manya saint has been canonized who never exhibited theangelic virtues of uncomplaining submission andgentle patience in such sublime measure. Another mishap occurred in this wise : WhenI was fighting what afterward proved to be athirty-four pound fish (my largest), and just at amost critical moment, I found that my fine hadbecome crossed and doubled under on my could take in at pleasure, but I could not let outan inch. It was an awkward fix; but as good luckwould have it, by risking an extra strain upon myrod I soon regained more line than was afterwardcalled for, and saved my fish. The dilemma wasthe result of careless reeling. One cannot be tooparticular in seeing that his line is reeled up close-ly and without a lap. I lost a salmon before Ithoroughly learned this useful lesson. These mishaps,
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