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ing the sea, but I never in all my experience 

 in fishing in the Nutmeg State secured a trout 

 that I ever had any idea had been into the 

 salt water. 



Some twenty years ago I became interested in 

 fishing on the Cape, or, rather, in Barnstable 

 County, as I believe that I have confined myself 

 to that section, and have secured my share of 

 brook-trout. It was some five years that I had 

 continued this fishing before an old fisherman 

 said to me, "You must come down sometime and 

 try the 'salters;'" to tell you the truth, I sur- 

 mised that he meant by the remark that he would 

 like to have me come down and do some herring 

 fishing, which, as you are well aware, means 

 simply scooping up these fish in a hand-net. 

 Much to my surprise, and hard for me to believe 

 at that time, he said that he meant brook-trout 

 that had lived in the salt water, and I shall never 

 forget the first trout that I took. It was on the 

 Mashpee River, and as nearly as I can remember 

 it now, about the middle of April. The tide was 

 working in, and we were wading down this river, 

 the water reaching nearly to the tops of our wad- 

 ing boots, and I was constantly in fear of the 

 water over-stepping them, which at that time of 

 year was sufficiently cold to at least make it dis- 



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