98 Fish Stories 



where nature is always in a tender mood, the land of 

 manana and the setting sun. Casting in the lower reaches, 

 wandering along, going with the stream, one can imagine 

 the tolling bells of San Carlos echoing up the fair valley, 

 calling the faithful from the deep pools of the Carmel. 



And so one fishes, and the days slip by, at Los Laurelles, 

 and later on, when winter comes, and the trout are resting 

 and growing for the coming year, the anglers in the land of 

 the orange, lemon and lime down south where the violet 

 blooms in winter, and orange petals are the only snow- 

 flakes, tell their wonder tales, and one, in expanding humor 

 dwells upon a certain Carmel Colossus, a wW-pounder, 

 that tossed the '' Royal Coachman " ten feet in air and got 

 away. 



