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invariably taken by bait, but not so many of them as 

 by the fly. However, the fly was so much less trouble 

 and so much prettier, and cleaner to handle, I did not 

 care to change, seeing at once that we should catch 

 more fish than we wanted anyway. 



It was a great treat to me to watch the enjoyment 

 the boys had in their sport. Neither of them had been 

 out before for years, and no student at the beginning 

 of a long vacation could have manifested such un- 

 bounded delight at his freedom, as did they with their 

 fishing and its accompanying pleasures. It is a fact 

 worthy of note that while I, using the fly, took only 

 speckled trout (8. fontinalis), my friends, with bait, 

 secured several of other and larger kinds. 



Well, amid laughter, joke and repartee, the after- 

 noon wore away, and evening shades came all too 

 quickly. 



Our sporfc had been almost unique in its exhilarating 

 success and joyousness. When the sun sank below 

 the waters we had taken in all seventy-six fine trout, 

 none under one pound. Of this number my fly was 

 responsible for thirty-two, " Squills " had taken twen- 

 ty-one, and " Bluffy " twenty-three. A lovelier lot of 

 fish was never seen ; and with the exception of eight 

 dead ones, we transferred them all safely to the corral, 

 built in the edge of the lake near our tent, with large 

 stones. Here, about eighty per cent, of all the fish 

 taken on this trip remained alive during the whole time 

 of our stay. Whenever one showed signs of failing 



