290 GTIAYTJNO. — KOP.TirEl^K MTCHIGAN. 



length of a cast, would not have been worth tlie taking. 

 The stream had been dtiily whipped and threshed, from its 

 mouth to the still blockaded region above, from the open- 

 ing day of Spring- fishing until this 25th of July, by throng- 

 ing fishermen from all parts of the countr\\ The trout left 

 in that ^vat.er3' highway were as well educated in all the 

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

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



I rigged ni}^ fly-rod with special care, adjusting a most 

 killing cast of flies. 



"You can't catch anything with the fly, now," said 

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



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

 so far to fish with worms, you know." 



'■ Tliat line is too large," said Jeff., giving my oiled silk 

 a most contemptuous glance. 



"Very well," I replied, "here's one" producing another 

 reel and line read}' foranj' emergency, " and this, certainly, 

 is small enough." 



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

 that's no sort of a reel for this work ; — and 3'our rod is too 

 limpsy ; — your flies ain't the right size or color. I tell you, 

 5'ou can't get trout with the fly now — June's the time. — 

 That sort of casting won't do for trout, either, — you won't 

 never get one at that rate." 



I was proudly doing my verj- finest work, and the com- 

 ments of this wise poler — "Turner's favorite" — were not 

 pleasant but grievous. It was now certainly about time 

 for Jeft'.'s duckino! I considered the matter, — but the 



