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rapids, in sight from our tent. I should think that the 

 water fell twenty feet in about a hundred yards. A 

 canoe could be anchored in almost any part of it, and 

 the trout were found in every part. 



We took one morning all the fish we could possibly 

 use in the day ; but the afternoon was perfect weather 

 for fishing, and we could not he quiet in the tent within 

 sight of the leaping fish. Thus far we had neither of us 

 taken a trout at any place weighing more than three 

 pounds, and we agreed that we would not kill a fish unless 

 it weighed more than five pounds. I was called upon, in 

 accordance with this agreement, to toss overboard one 

 four-pounder and a dozen of smaller size. I find in my 

 note-book for this day the following memoranda of one 

 perfect catch. I saw a trout rise at my right some fifty 

 feet below us. I threw over the place, and he sprang 

 clear from the water in the most graceful curve imag- 

 inable, and fastened himself firmly on the hook as he 

 came down. He took a rapid run to my left for some 

 fifty feet, and at the end threw himself boldly out of the 

 water, showing his broad red-spotted sides, and dashing 

 the sparkling drops of water high in the air. Then he 

 sought the bottom, and worked his way back to my 

 right, and at last, when well wearied, he took a clever 

 run up stream, and as I brought him to the surface he 

 floated gently down beside the canoe and dropped into 

 the landing-net. He was quickly weighed, and dropped 

 from the scales into the river, and he darted away un- 

 harmed by the perilous adventure. 



