With fly-rod and camera . ing itshead down, and in a very short time it turned on itsside and permitted me to draw it to the shore, wherethe gaff soon gave the finish to the struggle. Tis a nice fish, altogether, said the guide, layingthe salmon upon the pebbles; not so very large, butdeep and strong. Yes, he was strong enough, and a good fighter, Ireplied, as I wiped the perspiration from my face; Imabout as played out as the fish was. Tis a nice fish, altogether! repeated Hiram, as headjusted the scales to ascertain the weight of the fish. Alittle over fifteen pounds, he said in a few moment
With fly-rod and camera . ing itshead down, and in a very short time it turned on itsside and permitted me to draw it to the shore, wherethe gaff soon gave the finish to the struggle. Tis a nice fish, altogether, said the guide, layingthe salmon upon the pebbles; not so very large, butdeep and strong. Yes, he was strong enough, and a good fighter, Ireplied, as I wiped the perspiration from my face; Imabout as played out as the fish was. Tis a nice fish, altogether! repeated Hiram, as headjusted the scales to ascertain the weight of the fish. Alittle over fifteen pounds, he said in a few moments. Itdid not give up much too soon, for see, the casting linebarely holds together! I examined the line, and found that the salmon hadso chafed it near the fly against the stones in the river,that it had almost parted, and the wonder was it held aslong as it did. Jupiter! 1 exclaimed, that was a narrow shave;well, well go up to camp and lay off, Ive had enoughfor to-day. Hiram put the fish into the canoe, and poled up the. 348 IVith Fly-Rod and Camera. rapids, and soon we were on the beach in front <jf ourtent. The afternoon was now drawing to a close, and theguide soon began to busy himself in getting ready a pileof fire wood for the night, and in preparing supper. Having nothing better to do, I poled the canoe acrossthe pool and picked raspberries, while I waited for Frereand William, whom I expected would soon return, and Idid not have long to wait, for their forms soon appearedthrough the bushes and trees which skirted the carry roadthat followed the banks of the river up into the moun-tains for miles. A handsome string of sea trout, I exclaimed, asWilliam deposited his load in the canoe with a sigh ofrelief. Thirty-five beauties they were, all but two or threeof them as silvery white as if they had just run in fromthe sea. Yes, theyre a handsome lot, replied Frere. And there are hundreds as good left, added William. Yes, the pools are full, said Frere, and the rainhas s
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