290 ftftAYTJNG. XOHTITKI'N M ff HTOAX. 



gth of a cast, would not have been worth the taking. 



The stream had been daily whipped and threshed, from its 

 mouth to the still blockaded region above, from the open 

 ing day of Spring fishing until this 2.">tli of July. by throng- 

 ing lisliermen from all parts of the country. The trout left 

 in that watery highway wen- as well educated in all the 

 "arts and wiles " as the gamins dodging about among the 

 legs of men and horse's feel in the crowded city street. 



1 riii'ged my tly rod with special care, adjusting 1 a mo-t 

 killing cast of Hies 



"You can't catch an\lliinr with the tly. now. said 

 Jeff.; "June is the time for that." 



" Oh, well, Jeff., we'll try a hand, it's too bad to come 

 -n I'm- to fi^h \\ith worms. \ mi know." 



" Thai line is too la: ; Jeff., giving my oiled -ilk 



a most contemptuous glance. 



"Yen well. 1 replied, " here's one " producing another 

 reel and line ready for any emergency. " and tlii>. certainly, 

 is small enough " 



"Perhaps so/' continued Jeff., with a dubious air. "but 

 that's no sort of a reel for this work: and your rod is too 

 limp-y; your flies ain't tin- riirht sizeorcolor, 1 tell you. 

 you can't ud trout with the tly now .lime's the time. 

 That sort of castinir won't do for trout, either, 3*011 won't 

 never gel one at that rate." 



1 was proudly doiiiLr my very finest work, and the com 

 mcnts of this wis,- poler 11 Turner's t'a\ orile " wei-.- not 

 pleasant but grievous. It was now certainly about time 

 for Jeff.'s ducking! I considered the matter, but the 



