210 DAYS IN THE OPEN 



shore, and its depth made wading out of the 

 question. By dint of much climbing and fighting 

 with underbrush, the top of the rock was reached, 

 from which point of vantage one could look down 

 upon the pool and the big trout lying near the 

 bottom. While the rod could not be used on 

 account of the brush, it was possible to drop a line 

 into the water from the over-hanging rock, and 

 however unsportsmanlike this may have been, it 

 was done with most satisfactory results. Eight 

 large trout were pulled up, hand over hand, from 

 this secluded retreat. 



The mouth of the cold brook yielded the largest 

 returns of any one spot found during our stay. 

 Just as the sun was going down, to send a cast of 

 two or three flies dancing over this water was to 

 be rewarded by doubles frequently, while rarely 

 did the flies go untouched. Then back to the 

 cabin and, after one of Edwards' good suppers and 

 a chat about the roaring fire, to bed and to the 

 sleep that " knits up the ravelled sleeve of care " 

 and sends one forth to the new day buoyant and 

 rejoicing. 



