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to keep a "taut line" upon my fish, but I held my rod, 

 and so soon as I could touch bottom I resumed the fight and 

 landed my two-pound trout as coolly as if nothing out of 

 the ordinary had happened since he rose to my fly. 



A rousing fire and a luscious breakfast soon put every- 

 thing to rights; and with a better constructed raft and a 

 keener zest for the sport, I resumed my fishing, and in an 

 hour or two had a full creel with which to replenish the 

 larder of friends in waiting at the foot of the mountain. 



