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about a dozen fish, remarked that, after all, these were 

 only California trout, and entirely lacked the flavor, as 

 they lacked the beauty, of their Eastern cousins. She 

 thought, however, that Yang's salad of cresses from 

 the Merced was not bad ; but wine even if it was 

 champagne when sipped from a tin cup, left much to 

 be desired. Alas ! Jack had forgotten to borrow the 

 glasses. 



All that evening, around the camp-fire, the party lis- 

 tened to an account of the catch. The Doctor did not 

 hesitate to express his entire disbelief in the story. It 

 was his opinion that Jack had hired the Indians to fish 

 for him, and bribed Yang to hold his tongue. Then 

 Yang spoke : 



" You think you heap smart. Jack heap sabee how 

 fish, and you no sabee, but me sabee you. Last Fliday 

 you go fish, and when me water horse, see Injun sellee 

 you fish. I sabee you." 



In the peals of laughter which followed, the Doctor 

 went away to his blankets muttering. So the trout the 

 Judgess had enjoyed a week before were not the Doc- 

 tor's catching, after all. 



A week longer the party lingered in the valley. 

 Madge and his Eeverence became quite expert with the 

 fly. The lake seemed to have yielded all its finny 

 treasures to Jack, but the Merced afforded ample sport. 

 Many strings of trout were sent to fellow-campers, and 

 to friends at the hotel ; and one little hamper made 

 the long journey by stage and rail to San Francisco. 



