Chimney sweeps -- Juvenile fiction; Fairy tales -- England
Tom was so frightened that he longed to creep into a hole; but he need
not have been; for salmon are all true gentlemen, and, like true
gentlemen, they look noble and proud enough, and yet, like true
gentlemen, they never harm or quarrel with any one, but go about their
own business, and leave rude fellows to themselves.
The salmon looked at him full in the face, and then went on without
minding him, with a swish or two of his tail which made the stream boil
again. And in a few minutes came another, and then four or five, and so
on; and all passed Tom, rushing and plunging up the cataract with strong
strokes of their silver tails, now and then leaping clean out of water
and up over a rock, shining gloriously for a moment in the bright sun;
while Tom was so delighted that he could have watched them all day long.
And at last one came up bigger than all the rest; but he came slowly, and
stopped, and looked back, and seemed very anxious and busy. And Tom saw
that he was helping another salmon, an especially handsome one, who had
not a single spot upon it, but was clothed in pure silver from nose to
tail.
“My dear,” said the great fish to his companion, “you really look
dreadfully tired, and you must not over-exert yourself at first. Do rest
yourself behind this rock;” and he shoved her gently with his nose, to
the rock where Tom sat.
You must know that this was the salmon’s wife. For salmon, like other
true gentlemen, always choose their lady, and love her, and are true to
her, and take care of her and work for her, and fight for her, as every
true gentleman ought; and are not like vulgar chub and roach and pike,
who have no high feelings, and take no care of their wives.
Then he saw Tom, and looked at him very fiercely one moment, as if he was
going to bite him.
“What do you want here?” he said, very fiercely.
“Oh, don’t hurt me!” cried Tom. “I only want to look at you; you are so
handsome.”
“Ah?” said the salmon, very stately but very civilly. “I really beg your
pardon; I see what you are, my little dear. I have met one or two
creatures like you before, and found them very agreeable and
well-behaved. Indeed, one of them showed me a great kindness lately,
which I hope to be able to repay. I hope we shall not be in your way
here. As soon as this lady is rested, we shall proceed on our journey.”
What a well-bred old salmon he was!
“So you have seen things like me before?” asked Tom.
“Several times, my dear. Indeed, it was only last night that one at the
river’s mouth came and warned me and my wife of some new stake-nets which
had got into the stream, I cannot tell how, since last winter, and showed
us the way round them, in the most charmingly obliging way.”
“So there are babies in the sea?” cried Tom, and clapped his little
hands. “Then I shall have some one to play with there? How delightful!”
“Were there no babies up this stream?” asked the lady salmon.
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