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water in the eddy. I did not strike one until we had 

 been there half an hour. I was greatly puzzled to place 

 my fly far out on the deep water where the trout were 

 to be seen feeding. It was too deep to anchor, too 

 swift to hold the canoe with paddles, and too far to 

 cast. I had with me a multiplying bass-reel with click 

 and drag, both removable, allowing free play of the reel. 

 I cast from the point into the swift current at my right 

 hand, and as soon as my reel-line was straightened I 

 released the click and the line spun out in five seconds 

 fully two hundred feet. I then reeled in slowly, and 

 rarely did I have to repeat my cast without capturing a 

 fish. My first was a five-pound brook trout. The eddy 

 helped to bring the fish in even to my feet, and it was 

 soon in the meshes of the landing-net. At this place 

 the largest flies were needed, and a bit of pork-rind the 

 size of a small steel pen, or a small shiner was sure to 

 take a trout. There was no striking short or delay. 

 The trout were there ; they were feeding, and we were 

 constantly occupied, except when we stopped to take a 

 generous lunch and a short rest, until four o'clock, when 

 we ceased fishing and attempted to photograph the falls 

 and our string of fish. 



We then had in our pool among the rocks, dug out 

 by some clever predecessor, the largest trout that the 

 writer ever took. We weighed thirteen trout that ag- 

 gregated fifty-five and a half pounds, and four Mackinaw 

 trout averaging eight pounds each. We killed four of 

 the speckled trout weighing as follows : Five and a 



