nt than they are. Your line will get drowned somewhat until
you know the tricks of the under-currents and eddies. From the boat
you often have a chance of casting right and left as you drop ever so
slowly down, and it must be a good man who knows how to keep on rowing
without advancing faster than the stream.

It is in such a pool that I make my last cast for salmon in this
delectable valley, and it fully satisfies my chief ambition of this ten
days' fishing; humble enough in all conscience, being nothing higher
than to finish up knowing that I have not once returned at night with
an empty bag. Even that is something, and it is something done. In
the last two hours I get a 12-lb. salmon, a 2-lb. sea trout, and a
leash of 1/2-lb. brown trout, all on the same No. 3 Jock Scott.

On one of our days we see a procession of carioles proceeding up the
valley, and all the natives are in a state of agitation, if such
sober-minded people ever are agitated. _The Midnight Sun_ is in the
fiord, and these ladies and gentlemen are ashore for the day bound for
the glacier. We dine on board at night with the captain, who is a
brother angler, and who makes light of a sea trout of 10 lb., which he
has caught in the afternoon. Well; I have met many anglers in Norway
who feel disgusted at such game; they want salmon, and think themselves
hardly used if sea trout intrude. But I thank the gods (when I suppose
I ought to sit in sackcloth for perverted taste) that up to this
present Salmo trutta, great or small, evokes my fervent gratitude, and
I can only say that, while I paid my five gaffed salmon the highest
respect, I recall with no less satisfaction my seventeen sea trout;
and, while serving this week on the grand jury at the Old Bailey,
sketched the best of them one after another on the margin of the
prisoners' calendar, and found a true bill for at least the fine
fellows of 11 lb., 9 lb., 8 lb., and 7 1/2 lb., which headed the list.
They are good enough prisoners for me, anyhow. However, I really
believe our captain was after all secretly proud of his ten-pounder, as
he sat at the head of the table in the palatial saloon of the
magnificent steam yacht of oceanic size. The passengers seemed
entranced with their luxurious life and the charms of the fiords they
were visiting, and we heard a concert on board that was really
first-rate. A fortnight of this sort of yachting for twelve or fifteen
guineas is, verily, one of the privil