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one and had better luck next time, for in another 

 hole a few rods farther down I took one that weighed 

 a pound and a half. 



In the meantime the captain shouted to me, and 

 looking up the stream I saw him displaying one of 

 about the same size. We each followed our courses 

 and did not meet again for some hours, when the 

 captain came down to see how I was getting on. He 

 had eight and I had six, the average weight of 

 which was over a pound each. He relieved me of 

 my load and returned to camp, and from that time 

 on did but little fishing himself, preferring, in 

 the fullness of his generous nature, to devote the 

 most of his time to accompanying me, showing 

 me the most favorable points, exulting in my suc- 

 cess, and in every way possible promoting my com- 

 fort. Whenever he left me for a short time he would 

 send one of his men to take my fish to camp, dress 

 them, and do anything and everything else possible 

 for me. 



I fished down the creek nearly two miles during 

 the day, going over parts of the stream two or three 

 times, not ceasing from the fascinating spore long 

 enough to even eat a lunch that I carried in my 

 pocket. Nor did I turn my steps toward camp until 

 it became so dark that the fish would no longer rise. . 

 Then, when I started campward, I met Dick coming 

 with an extra saddle horse which the captain had 

 kindly sent for me to ride. 



After supper came the always charming social 

 intercourse around the camp-fire, the exchange of 

 personal notes of the day's sport the experience 

 meeting, so to speak. No one had misgivings to 



