82 FISH HARVESTING. 
one pool as being particularly productive —a 
rock-basin, with a little rivulet dancing into it 
through a pebbly reach; the water so beautifully 
clear, that everything in the pool was visible, 
as though one looked into an aquarium. I could 
not help standing and feasting my eyes on the 
trout playing about init. To say the pool was 
full of fish is no exaggeration; all, with their 
heads toward the little stream, were gently scull- 
ing their tails to steady themselves. I gazed 
upon a mass of fish, big and little, from four 
ounces to three pounds in weight. 
Having sufficiently indulged in admiring this 
host of trout (the like of which I had never 
seen before), I began the war. Dropping my 
‘sensation-fly ’ into the little stream, I let it sink 
and drift into the pool. Twenty open mouths 
rushed at it ravenously, and trout after trout 
was rapidly landed on the shingle. I continued 
this scheme until a heap of magnificent fish 
were piled at my side, and the pool was rapidly 
thinning. One crafty old fellow, however, that 
looked about three pounds in weight, defied all 
my efforts to tempt him. I let the fly drift 
over him, under his nose, above his nose; but 
he scorned it, and, if he could, I felt he would 
have winked his eye derisively at me. 
