IN THE JEWEL BOX 



came riding down. Apples of gold in pictures of 

 silver ! 



And not long ago, at another time, it was in the 

 Rockies the Rockies where they rise high and 

 sharp directly from the plains. Here and there 

 from their tall sides come down little streams which, 

 when they reach the lower valleys, wind among wil- 

 lows, and through beaver meadows, and sometimes 

 over gravel bars and between high banks. We were 

 traveling by motor car and we paused at such a 

 stream just big enough for big trout, just deep 

 enough to be crossed on the bars here and there, 

 just wide enough for easy casting without entangle- 

 ment the sweetest, decentest trout water you ever 

 saw. 



"Now if only there really were trout," I began, 

 "wouldn't it be ideal?" 



"Two and three pounds plenty of them," said 

 Jack, who here was our leader. "Some womenfolks 

 caught six here the other evening, right by the 

 bridge. They lie right under the willows, hunting 

 hoppers now." 



It was late afternoon, but our party announced 

 that we needed trout for breakfast. Therefore, 

 while the others assumed points of vantage along the 

 shores, whence they could easily offer advice, criti- 

 cism and derision if need be, I got into my waders, 



