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hour, and lost it after a minute. I hooked the other, 

 which was bigger, after an hour and a half, and lost it 

 after a minute and a half. Truly it takes less time to 

 undo than to do. Both fish were apparently well- 

 hooked, but the fly came away for no reason that I 

 could discover. After the second catastrophe the 

 sluices of Heaven opened, and all Mayfly fishing for the 

 day was over. My expedition was blended of joy and 

 sorrow, but joy predominates in afterthought. Those 

 wandering fish in that still water are vastly interesting, 

 and I hope I may see them again another season. 



