BULLETS AND THEIR BILLETS 



"In the name of wonder, Comeau, 



how do you know ? Surely you are 



joking." 



"I am not joking, Sir, nor do I know, 

 but I think that Mr. took two sal- 

 mon here." 



"Stop then, and set down your bag: 

 let me try to work this out." 



The day was fair, nor had a drop 

 of rain fallen during the two weeks in 

 which we had daily visited and fished 

 the pool. The little beach of fine gray 

 sand was covered with confused foot- 

 prints mere formless depressions. The 

 boulders by the river were dry, and 

 gave no clue. The grass along the 

 edge of the forest showed no trace of 

 fish having been laid down there. Five 

 minutes of intent examination left 

 me no wiser, and a little piqued at 

 being unable even to guess what thing 

 it was, there before us, that told my com- 

 panion the story, I gave the riddle up, 

 and asked humbly for the answer. The 



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