48 THE WET-FLY ANGLER 



together, exhausted. Just as they reach 

 the fisherman's legs, and are within 

 touch, he gently puts his hands beneath 

 the pair, and tosses them out so that they 

 fall on the dry gravel between the rocks. 

 The brace did not much exceed eight 

 ounces, but how they fought ! Anyone 

 who knows anything of the game spirit 

 of a mountain trout, his enduring vig- 

 our, the perils of the rocky current, the 

 force of the cascade, and the other ob- 

 stacles with which the streams abound, 

 need not be told that this old-school 

 "chuck and chance it" angler, as he is 

 contemptuously called by the ignorant, 

 is a skilful sportsman to the core, and 

 that even one of these game little trout 

 let alone two will bring out all that is 

 best in the great sport of angling. 



