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they were hiding. I did not see a fin, and 

 had about decided it was tenantless, when, 

 looking down, I saw, close to my feet, the tail 

 of a fish sticking out from under a small boulder. 

 I looked under the up-stream side of the boulder, 

 hoping to see the fish's head, but could not, as 

 there was no hollow on that side. I gently 

 stroked that part of the fish in sight with the 

 tip of my rod, and received in acknowledgment 

 a gentle waving of the tail. Placing my gear 

 behind me in the dry bed of the stream, I pro- 

 ceeded to move the boulder to see what manner 

 of trout this might be. Not until I had it com- 

 pletely removed did he stir and then he moved 

 but a short distance to a similar hiding-place. 

 He was a brown trout about fifteen inches long, 

 and so sluggish was he that it would have been 

 the simplest matter to have seized him with my 

 hands. 



A short distance above the pool there is a 

 dam famous for the big trout which make their 

 home under it. I covered the water faithfully, 

 without success, and, after I had finished, crawled 

 out upon the apron of the dam. Peering into 

 the pool below, I saw, directly underneath me, 

 eighteen or twenty trout ranging from six inches 

 in length to one old "lunker" over twenty. As 



