162 FISHING WITH THE FLY. 



morning, were appropriated by the Judgess, and made 

 an excellent appetizer to more abundant bacon and 

 flap- jacks. 



Jack had reached that pearl of waters, the Mirror 

 Lake, and was watching the marvellous beauties pict- 

 ured on its bosom, when suddenly there was a soft 

 plash, the sleeping depths were troubled, a circling 

 ripple crept toward him, and Jack's pulses bounded. 

 A trout had risen ! 



Through the dewy chaparral and the fragrant whis- 

 pering pines, our friend hurried back to camp in a 

 fever of impatience. He tried to help Yang with 

 breakfast, but was told by that dignitary to " giv' us a 

 rest," and so humbly retired. He then waked his 

 Reverence. He wakened the Doctor and was greeted by 

 language far from complimentary. He aroused the 

 Judgess, and was pierced with daggers from her eyes 

 while she hurriedly adjusted her teeth. 



After breakfast more torturing delays, the Judgess 

 declined to join the mountain party. The others must 

 not think that she feared to ride the mules, fpr she 

 adored mountain climbing, and the exercise and all 

 that. (This was a dreadful fib, which was probably 

 made use of at her next confession. ) Both the Judge 

 and herself were pining for a few refinements of life 

 at the hotel. Without napkins and finger-bowls, life 

 became a burden. The poor Judge had to acquiesce 

 and said : "She wants a little civilization as it were." 

 Then Jack rebelled. There was a general confusion, 



