AN UNFORTUNATE DAY. 47 



after. Fish not before known in the sportsman's 

 vocabulary as game-fish are being brought into 

 notice. The shad which throng our northern 

 rivers, it has been found, will take the fly. A speci- 

 men of the English grayling, one of the gamiest of 

 the finny tribe, has been recently discovered in the 

 Michigan waters, and will form a great acquisition 

 to the angler's store ; and thus the supply will con- 

 stantly increase with the increasing love for the 

 sport. 



To return, however, to our little family in the 

 woods. For the first few days our sport had been 

 excellent, and we had quite a goodly family of 

 trout in our several cars to feast the eyes and the 

 palates of our friends at home. But the past day 

 or two had been hot and cloudless, and no allure- 

 ments, in the way of diversified casts, would tempt 

 the sportive beauties from their cool retreats ; so 

 we idled away the time, enjoying nature and each 

 other's company. As I was leaning over the rail 

 of the bridge that crosses the dam, enjoying the 

 play of the waters as they dashed and foamed at 

 my feet, I saw a black object drop from where I 

 was standing into the rushing stream below. It 

 did not take me but a moment to recognize my fly- 

 book, which, opening as it fell, scattered a well- 

 selected assortment of McBride's best flies upon 



