MEETING TROUT ON THE " JUNE RISE." 193 



like the brown hen for hand-fly. I only used two, with 

 four-foot leader ; and I was about the only angler who 

 used a fly at all in those days, on these waters. 



I fished about one hour. I caught sixty-four trout, 

 weighing thirteen and three quarter pounds. I caught 

 too many. I was obliged to string some of them, as 

 the creel would not hold them all. But my head was 

 moderately level. When I had caught as many as I 

 thought right I held up ; and I said, if any of these 

 natives get on to this school, they will take the last 

 trout, if it be a hundred pounds. And they will salt 

 them down. So when I was done, and the fishing was 

 good as at the start, I cut a long "staddle," with a 

 bush at the top, and I just went for that school of 

 trout. I chevied, harried and scattered them, up stream 

 and down, until I could not see a fish. Then I packed 

 my duffle and went to the little inn for breakfast. Of 

 course every male biped was anxious to know " where I 

 met 'em." I told them truly ; and they started, man 

 and boy, for the " Big Birch," with beech rods, stiff 

 linen lines, and a full stock of white grubs. 



I was credibly informed afterward, that these back- 

 woods cherubs did not succeed in " Meeting 'em on the 

 June rise." I have a word to add, which is not impor- 

 tant though it may be novel. 



There is a roaring, impetuous brook emptying into 

 Second Fork, called " Rock Bun." It heads in a level 

 swamp, near the summit of the mountain. The swamp 

 contains about forty acres, and is simply a level bed of 



