242 CRANBERRY LAKE. THE OSWEGATCHIE. 



his fishing. He threshed 1 he water fearfully with his big 

 line and heavy bait, but caught nothing. I was so 

 impressed with the fellow's consideration that 1 \vantedto 

 see him catch something. 



" My friend," 1 called out, "you are not having much 

 luck with bail, are yon'.' " 



"No; guess I've got too big a hook, or something 

 they don't seem to care a cent for worm* today." 



" 1 think 1 can help you." said I; " if you'll come to the 

 bank here, and throw me your line. I'll give yon a tly that 

 the trout seem to like. There, that brown hackle, a 

 pretty -rood si/ed one. yon see. ha-- been the lucky one 

 for us. I hope it will be for you " 



" Thank you. ever so much." the honest fellow replied, 



BS 1 >sed it on the end of his linr and tossed it into the 



water. That night, at Dodd-'x 1 found lie had caught a 

 " good mess " of trout, and I had made a friend. 1 parted 

 from him with the proud con^c'iou-ne^ of having both 

 rewarded and stimulated a virtue. 



Saturday night found us all at the home camp again, 

 where we spent a quiet Sunday, the Captain's exampleand 

 unuttered orders having a most benign ell'ect; although 1 

 am not sure but certain hooks with feathers and steel in 

 them were conned rather than those lor which we owe 

 thanks to the art preservative: and the question was more 

 than once raised. " Have we a tailor among u^" " A week 

 of our vacation was <i'one, and already the shadow of our 

 leave-taking from our sylvan home and the delights of life 

 in the wood* was beginning to settle down upon our hearts. 



