ike a stream.

ii. Here you have a very strong stream, making a ridge of wavy
upheaval in the middle. The fishable water is on either side in an
average height of river. Wading is the plan, and you can fish every
inch of likely ground. I know the fish lie in this central
disturbance, for I saw one dart out amongst the waves, and follow the
fly for some fifteen yards, by which time the line was at the proper
angle for sport if the salmon had inclined that way. Pity that it was
not so, for I have always found turbulent water likely to send a
turbulent customer. I love a pool of this kind, if only for the bright
life and music of it.

iii. Now we have a totally different type. The pool is at least 200
yards long, is, in fact, a broad straight section of the river, with
two distinct streams, and an oily passage between, in which the salmon
lie. A favourite method here is to be let down slowly in the boat.
The Norwegians are extremely clever in this work, and it is a treat to
see one of them tow the boat up with one line attached to the bow and
another to the centre thwart. They steer it between boulders and round
spits with the certainty of driving a horse with reins. By letting you
down, the boat never disturbs the pool proper, and you command every
portion. On hooking a fish you get out and play it from the bank, a
practice, of course, followed also on the necessary occasions when the
boat must be rowed.

iv. A stately sweep of dark deep water, with a high-wooded bank of
rock on the farther side, and ample wading ground on your own, with
pleasantly shingled bottom perhaps, and a current where you may work
breast-deep in safety. Yet it is strong and even enough to make very
tolerable a notion quite new to me, though, no doubt, well known to
many. I learned it in this very pool. When you are wading about to
the fork, just sit down on the water, lean back upon it, and you find
delightful support and help from the buoyant easy chair of running
water. There will be the inevitable rapid by and by, and the salmon
have a great fancy for taking you at about the last cast at the end of
the glide. This is a capricious sort of pool, but when the fish do
take they are worth the having, and are not given to fooling. A cock
salmon of 40 lb. was killed here this summer.

v. This is a swift and massive stream that is ever troubled and
seething rather than rough, patched with smooth areas that look much
more innoce