FLY FISHING IN THE YOSEMITE. 



BY 

 A. LOUIS MINER, JR. 



A MERRY party had come for a holiday to the Yosem- 

 ite, and their camp was established between the north 

 and south domes near the forks of the Merced. To- 

 ward the east the Tenajo Gallon opened, revealing 

 through its vista of granite crags the highest peak of 

 "Clouds' Rest," crowned with eternal snows. West- 

 ward, the Sentinel Rock, like a minaret among the 

 domes, pierced the sky. 



There were seven in the party, including a heathen 

 from the flowery kingdom, almond-eyed Ah Yang. 

 His nominal function was to do as he was bid, and serve 

 as man of all work, but in reality he ruled ; and ruled 

 with a rod of iron. Yang had been induced to come 

 by motives purely sordid ; but the others, aside from" 

 seeing the wondrous valley, had various reasons for 

 making the journey. 



The Judge came for relaxation. He needed it. For 

 the last dozen years he had devoted himself to reading 

 th6 morning papers, lunching at his club, and enter- 

 taining his friends sumptuously at dinner. 



His wife, who, in the levelling atmosphere of camp, 



