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gave him a rest, after which the wife tried him and 

 had two fine rises and two equally fine misses. 



So we left McGinty and went farther up the 

 stream, getting some very good fishing, but nothing 

 over one pound. On returning to McGinty's pool 

 an hour or so later, we again tried to coax the wily 

 fellow, but beyond coming out to take a look at 

 our flies he would have nothing to do with us. 

 Next day we tried him again, with just about the 

 same luck ; made him rise several times and hooked 

 him once, but McGinty didn't like us well enough 

 to desire a closer acquaintance, for, though we spent 

 hours trying to lure him out of his hiding place, 

 we had to acknowledge ourselves beaten. 



While fishing we saw several moose along the 

 riverside, and one time got to within about twenty- 

 five feet of a young bull, and watched him feeding 

 for a long time. At night, as we lay on our bed 

 of balsam boughs, we could hear the big creatures 

 splashing through the water as they fed along the 

 river's edge, eating the young maple leaves and other 

 dainty tit-bits. It added greatly to our interest 

 having these animals about us, but perhaps nothing 

 gave us more pleasure than the rabbits, or varying 

 hares, as they should be called. On one occasion 

 we were camped on a grassy place where the ground 

 was thickly studded with the fluffy, silky balls ot 

 the seeding dandelion. Along came a rabbit, pay- 

 ing not the slightest attention to us as he daintily 

 nipped off the dandelions, eating the stalks and 

 discarding the seed head. Closer and closer he 

 came until he was within two feet of me. Never 

 have I seen anything more beautiful, and I could 



