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brace. We came in to lunch. I was by that 

 time hoping that the keen edge of his appetite 

 for sport had worn off. 



But he wanted to finish the day with 

 some fishing, and I may add that he was a 

 keen fisherman. We drove over to Hohne 

 Mills, and he there fixed me up with a rod, 

 line and bait, and told me to fish above the 

 Mills, while he would try the river lower 

 down. 



I made myself comfortable on a foot-plank 

 over the water. And there I sat watching 



that d n float, and feeling a perfect fool. 



Nothing came my way — I did not expect it 

 would — and at last I must have fallen asleep. 

 I don't know how long I slumbered, but it 

 must have been for a great while, and when I 

 awoke and moved, I as nearly as '' nicket " 

 fell backward into the river. That brought 

 me to my senses, and I remembered that I 

 was a '^ fisherman." 



Rubbing my eyes, I looked for the float. 

 For the life of me I could not see it. '' By 

 George — a bite!" said I, ''and to think that 



