The Waterbabies: Chapter 7.
Soon Tom found himself being carried in a rushing stream, past dark hovers under swirling banks on through narrow strids and roaring cataracts, where Tom was deafened and blinded for a moment by the deep rushing waters; along deep reaches, where the water lilies tossed and flapped beneath the wind and hail: past sleeping villages; under dark bridges - arches and away and away to the sea.
Tom did not stop and did not care to stop: he would see the great world below, and the salmon, and the breakers and the wide wide sea. And after a while he saw a sight which made him jump up; for he knew in that moment it was one of those things which he had come to look for.
Such a fish! Ten times as big as the biggest trout, and a hundred times as big as Tom, sculling up the stream past him, as easily as Tom sculled down. Such a fish! shinning silver from head to tail, and here and there a crimson dot; with a grand hooked nose, and curling lip, and a grand bright eye, looking around him as proudly as a king, and surveying the water right and left as if it belonged to him.
Surely he must be the salmon the king of all fish. The salmon looked 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 all passed Tom, rushing and plunging up the cataract with strong strokes of their silver tails, now and then leaping clean out of the water and up over the rock, shining gloriously for a moment in the bright sun, Tom was so delighted that he could have watched them all day long.