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FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



" Joe, this is Mr. B and my wife." 



" How do you do, well ? " ' 



"Plenty fish, Joe?" 



" Plenty feesh and plenty fly, my God. You 

 troll, get feesh for supper?" 



"Yes, Frank will bring them up in a minute." 



"Fry him?" 



"Yes." 



"You bring butter, eggs, yes? " 



" All the good things, Joe." 



" You got camp all to yourselfs, lucky, yes." 



"Well, Joe, I reckon we will get into it, and stow 

 away our traps," which we did ; and after a glori- 

 ous trout supper, a social pipe and chat, retired at 

 an early hour to dream of the morrow's sport. 



