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one pool as being particularly productive - - a 

 rock-basin, with a little rivulet dancing into it 

 through a pebbly reach ; the water so beautifully 

 clear, that everything in the pool was visible, 

 as though one looked into an aquarium. I could 

 not help standing and feasting my eyes on the 

 trout playing about in it. To say the pool was 

 full of fish is no exaggeration; all, with their 

 heads toward the little stream, were gently scull- 

 ing their tails to steady themselves. I gazed 

 upon a mass of fish, big and little, from four 

 ounces to three pounds in weight. 



Having sufficiently indulged in admiring this 

 host of trout (the like of which I had never 

 seen before), I began the war. Dropping my 



' sensation-fly ' into the little stream, I let it sink 



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and drift into the pool. Twenty open mouths 

 rushed at it ravenously, and trout after trout 

 was rapidly landed on the shingle. I continued 

 this scheme until a heap of magnificent fish 

 were piled at my side, and the pool was rapidly 

 thinning. One crafty old fellow, however, that 

 looked about three pounds in weight, defied all 

 my efforts to tempt him. I let the fly drift 

 over him, under his nose, above his nose; but 

 he scorned it, and, if he could, I felt he would 

 have winked his eye derisively at me. 



