The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-11-27
Le..en in s.lmen-KlIIing.

"when All the Woods are Green."l
 Shall we anchor to the head of the pool sir?" said Tom.
 Yes. yes. And now. Rose. I want first to have you watch me closely hand, rod and Hne-and to try to fol- low the fly on the water. l promise you to talk enough about the trees and waters next Sunday. There are some dead forests above us on the river, from which I want sketches made; but now 1t Is the more serious business of the salmon: ask what you like"
 "Well. then. isn't 1t late to fish? It Is eight o'clock"
 'No; the salmon Is an aristocrat and rises late. If you want striped bass, the break of day Is none too early"
 But will that thin line-what you call the casting-line-hold great thing like the fish saw leap?" ''Yes, with the bend and give of this | sixteen-foot rod, and the certainty with which these matchless Vom Hoff reels work. Look, now, the day Is pleasantly cloudy, the water a little thick. riled-roily, If you like, think a silver doctor-that's fly, see. Rose will do. There. you can look over my fy-book"
 Well" said Rose. T am compelled to sympathize with the salmon. Are not our Anglo-Saxon ideas of sport a little hard on birds and fish?"
 We will adjourn that discussion" said her father, until you see sal mon. Then we shall know whether your store of pity will hold out"
 The canoe was now anchored in some four feet of strong, broken water-the bowman with his anchor-rope ready, the sternman on the bottom of the boat, with his face to the pool, his eye on every cast of the fly. MT. Lyndsay stood little back from the center, a fine figure, Rose thought, tall, strong. ruddy, with a face clean-shaven, ex- cept for side-whiskers. At first he cast his fly near to the canoe lest and right in succession. and giving the rod a slight motion, kept the fly moving down stream until directly astern of the boat. Then with new cast, add ing two or more feet of line from the reel he again let the swift water run it out. Thus, casting each time a little farther, he covered by degrees an in creasing triangular area of water, of which the stern of the boat was the apex. As he went on fishing, he chat l tod yrNif h pneaa hn t.,f Ofh so that he cast over both the girl and the burly figure of Tom.
 q am now casting about forty-five feet of line," he said. q can cast about sixty-five, from reel to fly. There are men who can cast one hundred feet and more, but here it is needless. could not do it if it were needed" Rose began to think all this a little slow for a pastime. At last Lyndsay, saying, Drop, Tom," reeled up his line within few feet from the long silk leader. As he gave the word, the lump of lead used as an anchor was lightly lifted and held we'll in hand, the sternman used his paddle, and the boat dropped some forty feet farther down the pool, and was gently anchored. The stream at this place was more broken, and was what Tom called "strong water"
 The casting business began again, with no better result, so that Rose. to whom it all looked easy enough, began to find it more pleasant to watch the shadows of the hills and the heavy clouds moving overhead. MT. Lynd- say was now casting some fifty feet of line, and, as Rose turned, trying to an- alyze for her own use the succession of grace and ease with which the line was recovered at the end of the cast sent apparently without effort directly behind the fisherman, and then with out crack or snap impelled in straight line ito right or left at an angle from the boat, so that the casting-line and fly dropped or settled lightly on the water; the fly always maintaining its place at the end of the cast. Then she | heard, You rig him!' We have l tickled his fancy, Rose, or tempted his curiosity. Now we have a little game to play. Sometimes we wait a few | minutes. I rarely do so unless the fish are scarce. Look sharp. Did you see him riser"
 "No."
 "That fish lies in line with wonder | dead pine. In this quick water the fly buries itself, but as I follow it with the rod you can guess it's place. Most con- monly salmon remains in one spot, ! with his nose upstream, and"
 "Oh" cried Rose. as the fly reached the indicated spot and swirl in the l water and a broad back caught her eye. "Oh! oh!' "It has had the charm of gambling" said MT. ,Lyndsay, without the bad ness" ..
 twill he rise again?"
 Perhaps. An, not this time;;" and after couple of casts he said, Put on a black dose" ~a "A What?"
 "Our flies have all manner of queer names. This is dark fly quite un- like the bright doctor It. may tempt him." And at the first cast, with the same length of line, the peaceful scene was turned into one of intense excite ment
 There" cried Rose "Ohr for as the new fly reached the fated spot there was sudden flash of white a dozen yards away. The reel ran out a few feet, the rod was lifted and turned over