130 NOVEL MODE OF FISHING. 



just across there by those willows and alders, a cold stream 

 entered the lake, and right in the mouth of it the trout were 

 lyin' as thick as your fingers. They were fine little fellows 

 as I ever happened to see, weighing about a quarter of a 

 pound each. I had a hook or two, and a piece of twine in 

 my pocket, but they were of no sort of use in common 

 fishin', for I had no kind of bait, and couldn't get any. After 

 thinking the matter over, I concluded I'd see if I couldn't bag 

 some of them in a quiet way. So I cut me a long pole, tied 

 the hook and line to the end of it, and reaching out over the 

 water, dropped quietly down among them. I let the line 

 drift gently up against the one I wanted. He didn't seem 

 to mind it, but was rather pleased as the line tickled his 

 sides. After letting it lay there aioment, I jerked suddenly, 

 and up came the trout clean over my head on to the flat rock 

 behind me. However this might have astonished him, it 

 didn't seem to disturb the rest. In that way I caught all I 

 wanted, and could have caught a bushel. It isn't a very 

 science way of fishin', but it answers when a man is hungry, 

 and hasn't got any bait or fly." 



" I scarcely know why," said the Doctor, " but Cullen's 

 account of catching his trout, reminds me of a circumstance 

 which occurred when I was a boy, and which for the moment 

 made a deal of sport. I have not probably thought of it 

 in twenty years, but it comes to me now as fresh as though 

 it were the occurrence of yesterday. It must be, as Hank 

 Wood said the other day, that a thing which gets fairly 

 anchored in a man's mind, remains there always, and covered 



