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le rogue that he was； must needs go and see what it was； so he swam to the shore； and met the light as it stopped over a shallow run at the edge of a low rock。
And there； underneath the light； lay five or six great salmon； looking up at the flame with their great goggle eyes； and wagging their tails； as if they were very much pleased at it。
Tom came to the top； to look at this wonderful light nearer； and made a splash。
And he heard a voice say：
〃There was a fish rose。〃
He did not know what the words meant： but he seemed to know the sound of them； and to know the voice which spoke them； and he saw on the bank three great two…legged creatures； one of whom held the light； flaring and sputtering； and another a long pole。 And he knew that they were men； and was frightened； and crept into a hole in the rock； from which he could see what went on。
The man with the torch bent down over the water； and looked earnestly in； and then he said：
〃Tak' that muckle fellow； lad； he's ower fifteen punds； and haud your hand steady。〃
Tom felt that there was some danger coming； and longed to warn the foolish salmon； who kept staring up at the light as if he was bewitched。 But before he could make up his mind； down came the pole through the water； there was a fearful splash and struggle； and Tom saw that the poor salmon was speared right through； and was lifted out of the water。
And then； from behind； there sprang on these three men three other men； and there were shouts； and blows； and words which Tom recollected to have heard before； and he shuddered and turned sick at them now； for he felt somehow that they were strange； and ugly； and wrong； and horrible。 And it all began to come back to him。 They were men； and they were fighting； savage； desperate； up…and… down fighting； such as Tom had seen too many times before。
And he stopped his little ears； and longed to swim away； and was very glad that he was a water…baby； and had nothing to do any more with horrid dirty men； with foul clothes on their backs； and foul words on their lips； but he dared not stir out of his hole： while the rock shook over his head with the trampling and struggling of the keepers and the poachers。
All of a sudden there was a tremendous splash； and a frightful flash； and a hissing； and all was still。
For into the water； close to Tom； fell one of the men； he who held the light in his hand。 Into the swift river he sank； and rolled over and over in the current。 Tom heard the men above run along seemingly looking for him； but he drifted down into the deep hole below； and there lay quite still； and they could not find him。
Tom waited a long time； till all was quiet； and then he peeped out； and saw the man lying。 At last he screwed up his courage and swam down to him。 〃Perhaps；〃 he thought； 〃the water has made him fall asleep； as it did me。〃
Then he went nearer。 He grew more and more curious； he could not tell why。 He must go and look at him。 He would go very quietly； of course； so he swam round and round him； closer and closer； and； as he did not stir； at last he came quite close and looked him in the face。
The moon shone so bright that Tom could see every feature； and； as he saw； he recollected； bit by bit； it was his old master； Grimes。
Tom turned tail； and swam away as fast as he could。
〃Oh dear me！〃 he thought； 〃now he will turn into a water…baby。 What a nasty troublesome one he will be！ And perhaps he will find me out； and beat me again。〃
So he went up the river again a little way； and lay there the rest of the night under an alder root； but； when morning came； he longed to go down again to the big pool； and see whether Mr。 Grimes had turned into a water…baby yet。
So he went very carefully； peeping round all the rocks； and hiding under all the roots。 Mr。 Grimes lay there still； he had not turned into a water…baby。 In the afternoon Tom went back again。 He could not rest till he had found out what had become of Mr。 Grimes。 But this time Mr。 Grimes was gone； and Tom made up his mind that he was turned into a water…baby。
He might have made himself easy； poor little man； Mr。 Grimes did not turn into a water…baby； or anything like one at all。 But he did not make himself easy； and a long time he was fearful lest he should meet Grimes suddenly in some deep pool。 He could not know that the fairies had carried him away； and put him； where they put everything which falls into the water； exactly where it ought to be。 But； do you know； what had happened to Mr。 Grimes had such an effect on him that he never poached salmon any more。 And it is quite certain that； when a man becomes a confirmed poacher； the only way to cure him is to put him under water for twenty…four hours； like Grimes。 So when you grow to be a big man； do you behave as all honest fellows should； and never touch a fish or a head of game which belongs to another man without his express leave； and then people will call you a gentleman； and treat you like one； and perhaps give you good sport： instead of hitting you into the river； or calling you a poaching snob。
Then Tom went on down； for he was afraid of staying near Grimes： and as he went； all the vale looked sad。 The red and yellow leaves showered down into the river； the flies and beetles were all dead and gone； the chill autumn fog lay low upon the hills； and sometimes spread itself so thickly on the river that he could not see his way。 But he felt his way instead； following the flow of the stream； day after day； past great bridges； past boats and barges； past the great town； with its wharfs； and mills； and tall smoking chimneys； and ships which rode at anchor in the stream； and now and then he ran against their hawsers； and wondered what they were； and peeped out； and saw the sailors lounging on board smoking their pipes； and ducked under again； for he was terribly afraid of being caught by man and turned into a chimney…sweep once more。 He did not know that the fairies were close to him always； shutting the sailors' eyes lest they should see him； and turning him aside from millraces； and sewer…mouths； and all foul and dangerous things。 Poor little fellow； it was a dreary journey for him； and more than once he longed to be back in Vendale； playing with the trout in the bright summer sun。 But it could not be。 What has been once can never come over again。 And people can be little babies； even water…babies； only once in their lives。
Besides； people who make up their minds to go and see the world； as Tom did； must needs find it a weary journey。 Lucky for them if they do not lose heart and stop half…way； instead of going on bravely to the end as Tom did。 For then they will remain neither boys nor men； neither fish； flesh； nor good red…herring： having learnt a great deal too much； and yet not enough； and sown their wild oats； without having the advantage of reaping them。
But Tom was always a brave； determined； little English bull…dog； who never knew when he was beaten； and on and on he held； till he saw a long way off the red buoy through the fog。 And then he found to his surprise； the stream turned round； and running up inland。
It was the tide； of course： but Tom knew nothing o