When at Ohotsk I went to the bank of the river as the tide was coming in, and watched the dogs at their work.

Wading on the sand bars and mud flats till the water was almost over their backs, they stood like statues for several minutes.

Waiting till a salmon was fairly within reach, a dog would snap at him with such accuracy of aim that he rarely missed.
I kept my eye on a shaggy brute that stood with little more than his head out of water.

His eyes were in a fixed position, and for twelve or fifteen minutes he did not move a muscle.

Suddenly his head disappeared, and after a brief struggle he came to shore with a ten-pound salmon in his jaws.