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cut the skin in two, thus preserving the 

 halves, and in reality making a double 

 exhibit of our prowess, the captor re- 

 taining one-half and the other being 

 presented to a comrade. 



Thus ended the first lesson. 



About two months after the incident 

 above narrated, the window of a promi- 

 nent fishing-tackle house on lower 

 Broadway, displayed this fine trout, 

 handsomely preserved and mounted on 

 a dainty board of bird's-eye maple, and 

 bearing the neatly inscribed words: 

 BROOK TROUT. 



WEIGHT, 8 L?. 



Caught at Lake Amebelish, Canada, June 

 15, on a 5 oz. Kosmic rod. 



There was scarcely a moment during 

 which you could get a glimpse of the 

 fish without forcing your way through 

 a crowd of interested and admiring 

 spectators, and I don't blame 'em, for 

 trout of this size are almost as scarce 

 in New York as moose in the wilds of 

 Brooklyn. 



One pleasant day a friend and my- 

 self were passing, and observing the 

 excitement, struggled with the crowd 

 until my eyes feasted upon the sight. 



It was, indeed, beautiful, and undoubt- 

 edly the six-pounder I had skinned in 

 June, in the midst of a wild war dance 

 in the old camp. Extricating myself 

 from the crowd, my friend and myself 

 proceeded along leisurely and turned 

 into Warren street, scarcely entering 

 which, my eyes were attracted to a 

 sight which instantly froze me to the 

 spot. 



My friend doubtless thought I was 

 demented, for when he asked me 

 "what's up ? " I made no reply except 

 to grasp his arm and exclaim, "look! " 



"I'm looking. What on earth's the 

 trouble ? " 



"See!" I shouted, "see!" and he 

 did see, for there, right before our 

 amazed eyes was a tremendous trout, 

 mounted on burnished mahogany, and 

 on a card the legend : 



BROOK TROUT. 



WEIGHT, 9 LB, 



Caught at Lake Amabelish, Canada, June 15, 

 on a 5 oz. Leonard rod. 



I made another careful, close ex- 

 amination, and found I was right. A 

 mistake was utterly impossible — it was 

 the other half of my 6 lb. trout. 



