TROUTING FOR BREAKEA8T. 99 



" Come with me, and I'll show you, I looked the place 

 out last evening, and if you've done sleeping, we'll have 

 some sport." 



"Agreed," said he, and we paddled around the point 

 into a little bay, at the head of which a small, but cold 

 stream entered Jhe lake. The Doctor sat in the bow, 

 and, having adjusted his rod, I steered the boat carefully, 

 close along the shore, to within reach of the mouth of the 

 brook, and directed him to cast across it. The moment his 

 fly touched the water, half a dozen fish rose to it together. 

 It was eagerly seized by one weighing less than a quarter 

 of a pound, which was lifted bodily into the boat. He 

 caught as fast as he could cast his fly. They were the 

 genuine brook trout, none of them exceeding a quarter of a 

 pound in weight. In hah an hour, we had secured as many 

 as we needed for breakfast, and paddled back to take a 

 morning nap while the meal was being prepared. 



The sweetest fish that swims is the brook trout, weighing 

 from a quarter of a pound down. Boiled in flour, or meal, 

 and fried brown, they have no equal. The lake and river 

 trout, weighing from two to ten pounds, beautiful as they 

 are, have not that delicacy of flavor which belongs to the 

 genuine brook trout. Boiled, when freshly caught, they are 

 by no means to be spoken lightly of. They have few 

 equals, cooked in that way, but as a pan fish, they are not 

 to be compared with the genuine brook trout. 



