CHAPTER VII 



Told in the Firelight 



SPEAKING of fires, we had one on 

 the rocks for two successive nights 

 way up in the higher range that was 

 a campfire sure enough. We were on a 

 three-day trip to Little Frying Pan 

 Lake where the mountain trout are so 

 plentiful and friendly that they swim 

 between your knees as you stand there 

 in your "waders" begging you to take 

 them first instead of casting farther 

 out. I knew almost as much about fly- 

 casting as Smoke knew of Sanskrit, 

 so it was well for me that. Lake Fry- 

 ing Pan trout were so utterly reck- 

 less. As it was I beat the surface of 

 the water so effectually in my efforts 

 at learning how to throw a fly that 



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