XVIII 



THE BULLY OF THE UPPER 

 OSWEGATCHIE 



'F the sucker had gone twenty 

 feet farther up the little brook on 

 his foraging expedition this story 

 would not have been written. 

 However, by the time he had ap- 

 propriated some ten thousand 

 trout eggs, the hunger which had urged him into 

 the mouth of the brook deserted him, and, as the 

 water was too cold for his liking, he made his way 

 back to the river where he could take a siesta in the 

 pool that he had left that morning. 



Just above the spot where the sucker turned 

 about was a bend in the stream, and, passing that, 

 you came upon a reach of shallow water running 

 over the most beautiful bed of gravel in that whole 

 section. It was here that the Bully was born, in the 

 afternoon of the very day when destruction in the 



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