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undershirt without sleeves and cotton drawers reaching 

 to his knees, and thus appareled he waded into the cold, 

 swift-running water, armed with a spear with a single 

 barb. 



As the fish dodged his clumsy efforts to spear them 

 he soon became wonderfully excited, and made rush 

 after rush at them, until in one of his " long-distance " 

 stabs he went head over heels into a deep pool. 



When he came up he was more in earnest than ever, 

 and as he was a good swimmer he laughed at the mis- 

 hap of the deep hole. 



" W. J.," his brother, the other Falstaff of the party, 

 after laughing until the tears ran down his face at his 

 brother's antics, removed his clothes also, put on a union 

 suit of dark gray underwear, and, obtaining a three- 

 pronged spear, likewise waded in. 



With the first or second thrust at the agile salmon he 

 also tumbled into a deep hole, where the stream was 

 extra swift and strong. He did not appear for a minute 

 or more, and then we saw him swimming upon his 

 back, holding the pole of the spear with one hand and 

 acting more like an eight-year-old boy than a dignified 

 and sedate Philadelphia surgeon. 



W. E. Hughes, the third doctor of the party, had 

 been busy taking snapshots of the two doughty spear- 

 men from the bank, and he likewise laughed until his 

 sides ached, as mine did also. He disappeared for a 

 while, and when we saw him once more he was garbed 



