CEUISINGS IIS" THE CASCADES 



feet deep and where it rolled sullenly and gloomily 

 over a series of large bowlders. 



Here he made a cast, and his bait had barely 

 touched the water when there was a vicious rush, a 

 swirl and a dash downstream, but the cruel pole 

 was brought to bear in the opposite direction. 

 Then there was a flop, a splash, a hop, skip and a 

 j ump, and a three -pound trout took a header and 

 went down into the soldier' s haversack. 



The bait was renewed, another cast made, and the 

 act was repeated on a half-pounder. Then another 

 weighing one-and-a-half pounds and a couple of 

 about a pound each followed in rapid succession, 

 when this portion of the stream failed to yield, and 

 Westbrook moved on down. I followed along the 

 bank and watched him for half an hour before 

 attempting to rig my tackle at all. To watch the 

 play of the various emotions on his hard, brown, 

 honest face; to study the effect of the intense enthu- 

 siasm which possessed him; to note the utter disre- 

 gard of personal safety and comfort with which he 

 would plunge into the surging rapids and eddies up 

 to his waist, or even to his arm-pits, wherever he 

 thought he could catch a trout by so doing, was a 

 genuine treat. 



Finally I went back to the ford, jointed up my 

 rod, put on a gray professor, and walking down the 

 bank to a sudden bend in the river where the current 

 had cut a deep hole near the bank, I made a cast. 

 The fly dropped on the riffle just above the eddy, 

 and as it floated gracefully on the little wavelets 

 down and out upon the bosom of the deep-blue min- 

 iature ocean, it turned hither and thither with the 



