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life not known to me. My boatman said it was an 

 alewife, and added that, just at this season, plenty 

 of them could be found at certain hours of the day 

 in the eel pots at the other end of the lake, 

 just below the dam. 



Never had I seen such a silvery bait, or one 

 which should be so readily taken. An ideal bait, 

 indeed, save for extreme tenderness, and the diffi- 

 culty of keeping it alive. 



However, the next day, before starting out, quite 

 a number were secured. Many died, in spite of my 

 efforts to aerate and freshen the water in which 

 they were placed. We rowed directly to a favorite 

 ground, and selected a good position. It was 

 eleven o'clock ; the sky was clear and a gentle 

 breeze was stirring the surface of the lake. My 

 rod weighed about six ounces, and I used a fairly 

 light reel, a strong single leader, and three single gut 

 hooks in place of the usual flies. 



The live bait was hooked directly through the 

 head in front of the eyes. Many ripples about 

 the boat, made by fish breaking, were noticed. 

 The baits hardly touched the water before they 

 were well taken. Each time I secured three fish, 

 striking the first one well, and allowing him to 

 swim about until the remaining hooks held a fish. 

 Several boats were near us. I gave some of the 

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