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morning he said he would go out and catch 
a string of trout, that we might have a 
change’ of ‘diet.(4/ He, spent an hour and 
a half at the brook, and returned with one 
small Rocky Mountain trout, about four 
inches in length, saying there were plenty 
of trout, but they were so wild he could not 
catch them. I had noticed, on crossing the 
brook, that the fish would run for a hiding- 
place, being easily frightened; so, after he 
had exhausted all his art, I said I would try 
them. With a fish-pole, a brown hackle, and 
a bit of elk-meat on the point of the hook, 
I crawled through the grass, and without 
showing myself, snapped my fly on to the 
water, felt a pull, and whisked out a trout. 
I continued my practice until I had all I 
wanted, and returned to camp, remarking 
to the cook as I threw them down: 
“Stewart don’t know anything about fish- 
ing; he ought to take some lessons. There 
are plenty of trout in the brook only waiting 
to be caught”; which piqued Stewart so much 
that he sulked for the balance of the day, 
highly displeased at being beaten by a ten- 
derfoot at the simple game of fishing. 
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