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Title: With fly-rod and camera
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Samuels, Edward A. (Edward Augustus), 1836-1908
Subjects: Fishing Fishing
Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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on? Hiram called out. On, of course he is, I replied, see the line vibrateas the rascal shakes his head. Yes, hes trying to shake out the hook, answeredthe guide, and he immediately started for the canoe, I had a steady strain on the fish all the time, forall the rod was worth, and I kept it up while Hiramwas bringing down the canoe. Now and again I felt aspiteful jerk, as if the fish were shaking the line backand forth. Anon would come a strong steady tug as ifhe were about to start out ao-ain on his wild racinors, andthen the dead hard resistance would follow. Hiram soon had the canoe in the pool, and goingup to the head poked down with the setting pole wherethe salmon was lying, but the fish did not stir. Finallythe guide took hold of the line and began lifting it care-fully with one hand, underrunning it with the gaff. Sure, the fish is gone! at last he shouted. No! I exclaimed, impossible! He is gone, altogether, replied Hiram, and youare fast to a tree at the bottom of the pool.
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A Snap Shut at Mic-Macs (Inst.) ii8 I With Fly-Rod and Camera: As he said this he put the gaff down into the water,and hooking it into a branch of sunken drift wood hkethat just taken out of this pool, he came ashore at myside, Ha, ha, exclaimed Frere, thats a pretty good joke;the idea of playing a piece of drift stuff so long is rich. Yes, it was pretty rough on me, I admit, said I,but Ill be blessed if any one could have known it wasnot a salmon. The scamp no doubt freed himself as soonas he struck the drift stuff, and the line, fastened to theswaying limb, vibrated and pulled according to the strengthof the water movintj it back and forth. It felt all the timelike a large strong fish. Tricky divils are salmon, sententiously observed Wil-liam. I never feel sure of one until he is high and dryon the shore. Yes, the salmon is a o^ood fig^hter, said Frere, andthe uncertainty of bringing him to grass constitutes nine-tenths of the fascination there is in fishing for him. One cannot risk

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