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which the most remarkable was Money must. It was in 
the latter part of July, and the day after the ball being 
bright and beautiful, with a southwesterly breeze, we each 
selected our boatman — for only one fisherman can go in 
each boat — and started for a day's sport among the mas- 
callonge and pickerel. We separated at once, some going 
up-stream, others across by Powder-horn and Shot-bag 
Islands, while I kept down along shore and ran into the 
bay behind the old mill. 
I had on the line of my right-hand rod a Buel's patent 
S230on, tin on the outside and red on the inside, bright- 
ened, by being rubbed with pumice stone, till it shone 
like burnished silver, and, with red ibis feathers wound 
round the treble hook, it glanced and sparkled through 
the water, visible at a great distance. On the left-hand 
rod the spoon was copper on the inside, and the hooks 
were wound with scarlet flannel, while that in my hand- 
line had copper on the outside, brightly polished, but 
neither feathers nor flannel round the hooks. "We passed 
down from the outer point of the island toward the 
lower part of the bay without success, but when return- 
ing inside, my right-hand rod suddenly bent, and the 
line slowly unwound from the reel, over which I had 
taken a couple of turns to prevent its rendering too 
rapidly ; dropping the hand-line, which was made fast to 
the seat, I seized the rod, and turning it round and reach- 
ing my line, commenced to draw it in as lightly and 
delicately, but steadily as possible, just holding it 
between the tips of my fingers. The fish was large, and 
when he was about half-way in, having come thus far 
with no other objections than a few violent flounces, he 
