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gentlemen! That's the; kind of trout you want to he catch- 

 ing; it's the kind I take when I actually go a fishing, my- 

 self, and not merely go along for company." 



11 Well, where on earth did you come from, how did yon 

 get here, and where did yon get your trout ? " 



" ( )ne thing at a time, gentlemen. 1 came from Cook's, 

 below the dam. Left there this morning. Fished up the 

 river, and just got here, lifteen minutes ago. waiting for 

 something to turn up. Fou've turned up, and I'm mighty 

 -lad of it, IMI- I'm :i< hungrv a^ a hear. -1 am. (Jrimshaw 

 has just sent for a drink of water, hut I'm afraid of water 

 alone, I am. Haven't you got -..nietliing lhat '11 take the 

 malaria out of it?" 



"No, we don't carry the arlicle;--hut. ' Squire, how 

 about the trout the biggest one we've s n in all these 

 parts!'" 



"Well, I got him in the river, down here. Big one, 

 isn't ho! Oh. he's the hoss trout ! thal'> the kind 1 catch 

 when I really go a fishing, 1 tell you." And he stuck to 

 his story. The " bottom facts " had not then come out, 

 but of those, niu re anon. It, was a fad. ho\\e\er. well 

 enough known in camp, that the 'Squire was the poorest 

 fisherman in the party, and jn^t how the "boss trout" 

 feU to his lot was the mystery on which we }>ondered and 

 about which there wa^ expended thai night, around the 

 smudge tire, an unexampled amount of fun and raillery. 



Taking the 'Squire in tow, we came on lo Thom.i 

 get her. procured another boat, and finally reached the 

 home-camp completely exhausted the Grass River trip 



