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trolls as we were paddling down; and the 

 Tenderfoot caught a trout. The nimrod from 

 the other canoe unhooked it for him, and the 

 Tenderfoot resumed his trolling. The nim- 

 rod then managed, without observation, to at- 

 tach the same trout to Tenderfoot's line; and 

 the latter, feeling something, hauled in his two 

 hundred yards of line. He was proud of his 

 success till the Indian in his canoe explained 

 the deceit; the nimrod and the other Indian 

 meanwhile withdrawing to a convenient dis- 

 tance in their canoe. The trout was fried 

 in cornmeal as part of luncheon ; and the Ten- 

 derfoot declared it the finest fish he had ever 

 tasted. 



We again trolled as the canoe moved over 

 the next lake, catching many pike and pick- 

 erel, and throwing them back in the water. 



The camp-site selected that night was one 

 we had used coming up. The Indians were 

 approaching near home and anxious to see 

 their squaws, and both left for their homes to 

 spend the night with their families. Tender- 

 foot regarded the situation with some dis- 

 may, as they were preparing to depart, and 



