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In terror and confusion Id shallow" water ran :—
I see, 1 cried, that I must use Now al! the skill 1 can.
Quick line an reel examined, To see that all was right,
Wound short, and then held on hi With rod erect and tight.
Strong he cut the heavy stream With many an effort stout,
Then slowly back retreated, And wheeled the hole about.
Confused, he would pause then, But, angler old and true,
i urg'd him on to work still— More wild and wild he grew.
Then he ran his nose to ground,
Distinctly I could feel, A dangerous trick, I knew it,
And sharply twitched the steel.
Touched sharp, he into air sprung A yard complete and clean,
Then dry upon yon bank ran That lays the streams between