BBOWN WATEES 



chill it was as you waded over knee to 

 reach the middle of the pool! How 

 cheerily the camp-fire lighted up the 

 tent, and the group at the door whose 

 calls to sup you heeded not ! Your dog- 

 ged fly fell farther and farther, reveal- 

 ing itself where the surface still held a 

 remnant of light, till, when hope was 

 perishing, came the answer that awoke 

 the pulse, the strike of something huge 

 and invisible, the slow retreat with 

 cautious heel sounding the way, hails 

 for help which left the frying-pan de- 

 serted in a scurry for landing nets, a 

 sudden flaming of birchen torches to aid 

 in play and gaffing, the triumphal pro- 

 gress up the bank with your first six- 

 pounder ! 



The kind old uncle, excited as your- 

 self, harks back to unregenerate boy- 

 hood with his " 'Fore God, Bill, he's as 

 big as a pig!" The man of science and 

 slow speech weighs him on every scale 

 in camp, measures length and depth and 



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