122 FISHERMAN'S LURES 



However, we wrap the pail of minnows tenderly in 

 our coat to keep them from the sun, and hope for 

 the best, which at the end of the journey is very 

 poor. We find one or two little fellows at the sur- 

 face, with wide-open mouths, gasping for what we 

 know not, but we hook one quickly to revive him in 

 the cooling stream. It works to a charm, and so we 

 change the water to save what few still live. After 

 all the troubles, griefs, and woes, we are perhaps 

 repaid by two or three nice fish perhaps not it is 

 certain we there and then make a vow to wire from 

 the nearest station: "Send a dozen artificial min- 

 nows at once; hang the price, so long as they are 

 good." So we wait day after day, till a letter comes 



-"Sold out." 



The live-bait angler who can secure bait with- 

 out much trouble and expense is very much to 

 be envied, but certainly he is a rare individual, 

 and uncommonly smart. In another way he is to 

 be pitied in that he loses a mixture of spice and 

 a fair amount of discipline that makes the perfect 

 angler what he is famed to be, sweet of temper 

 and kind of heart. The writer, years ago, ran the 

 whole gamut of live-bait hunting; they are all 

 alike as to capture. The wily "dobson" as well 

 as the shy and retiring crawfish have in a way 



