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THREE FISH 



There is nothing in the trivial facts which follow 

 beyond this. Last night I happened to be putting 

 some tackle together and fell to musing on three 

 fish. These. 



Fish the First. 



I had been idHng at beautiful Monterey on the 

 Pacific Coast, where all day long the humming-birds 

 are glancing about the heliotrope, and the great 

 white fishing pelicans taking headers in the bay. From 

 there I moved up into the Sierra Nevada, to hunt '^ 

 the bear and black-tailed deer. 



And one day, 'returned from hunting, I chanced 

 upon an encampment of Digger Indians by the 

 side of a clear running stream. They fed me with 

 fish. Good fish. Trout. "^ 



I was up and down at that place a good deal 



* Salmo fontinalis. 



So 



