38 THE AMERICAN TROUT. 
saw a large trout leap heavily out of water, where the cur- 
rent swept with a swirl past a high rock. As I rigged up 
my j9.ies, George borrowed my knife to cut a pole, as he did 
not have much faith in " them things," and while he was 
gone, I crept cautiously up behind the rock, and cast 
over the further projecting point. I could not see my 
flies alight, but heard a splash, and striking felt I had a 
splendid fish. He fought bravely, but by keeping him 
in the upper part of the pool, the lower end by the rock, 
was not disturbed. After some trouble, I landed him, 
having no net. Then approaching the rock with the 
same caution, the performance was repeated, only this 
time my rod was broken in endeavoring to land the fish, 
and it was necessary to find George and obtain my 
knife. 
I discovered him nnder the bushes on the bank, in a 
miserable state — it was oppressively hot — his rod was a 
long sapling, and naturally heavy — the sky and water 
were clear, and the fish would not touch the worm, 
which we could see from where he sat. He had only 
taken two miserable little fish. He did no better all 
day, and while I rose and killed fish after fish, he did 
not take another one. When afternoon came, and he 
impatiently urged me away, my basket was so full it 
broke down, and he had his two fish. On reaching his 
house, the boys spread our respective takes out on a 
board, and to George's deep chagrin exhibited them to 
the entire village. He has not taught a " Yorker " how 
to catch trout since. 
So much for your countryman, with his bed-cord for 
line and stick for pole, and yet George was admitted to 
