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or less necessary to success. This is the case at the pool and 

 rapids below the middle dam at the head of Rapid River, and 

 half a mile below Middle Dam Camp, where a large shoal of 

 apparently educated trout keep leaping and tumbling so 

 that from fifty to a hundred speckled beauties of from two to 

 five pounds' weight are always in sight. But it used to be 

 said that they would not take an artificial fly ; so, school-boy 

 like, the guests at the camp sent every angler, on his arrival, 

 to " try below the dam," as a sell. It pleased them to see a 

 fresh man's face glow at the first sight of those sportive beau- 

 ties, which acted as if half in coquetry and half in defiance 

 of anglers. I felt thankful when witnessing the self-denying 

 hospitality which prompted several anglers, who were entire 

 strangers to me, to cease angling opposite the camp for the 

 sole purpose of showing me a pool full of very anxious trout. 

 They left after I had tried in vain to coax a favorable notice 

 at one cast of flies. I changed my cast several times, and 

 then rested the pool to allow them to change their minds or 

 whet their appetites, until I devoted in that way about two 

 days, to the amusement of the anglers at the camp, and final- 

 ly began to think that the stories I had heard about the sa- 

 gacity of those trout were true. On my return to camp aft- 

 er each trial below the dam, I saw that my brethren of the 

 angle were interested in my efforts by their furtive glances 

 and sly winks at each other as they anxiously inquired what 

 sport I had enjoyed. But all their jokes fell short, for my 

 mind was with the sparkling beauties below the dam. After 

 having exhausted my fly-books of their attractive lures, I 

 concluded to repair to the dam and study the trout. There 

 they were, apparently as jolly as ever, rolling, tumbling, and 

 leaping about the surface of the clear, curling pool. I had 

 not sat long on the dam, and peered into the sparkling eddies 

 below, before I saw a trout rise gracefully and swallow an 

 ash-colored midge which had floated down from the dam. 

 On looking around me, I saw a cloud of drab ephemera, rath- 

 er larger than musquitoes, swarming over the dry timber 



