THE MINK'S HUNTING GROUND 



mer by biting small chunks out of an 

 apple and dropping them in, to see the 

 trout swallow them as ravenously as if 

 they had suddenly become vegetarians 

 and had all the zeal of new converts. 

 What the Jamaica ginger preparation of 

 the brook world is I don't know, unless 

 it is watercress. That grows, green and 

 peppery, all up and down the brook the 

 year through. Perhaps the trout go 

 from my green apple luncheon over to 

 that and thus join the remedy to the 

 disease. 



One of the trout titbits is the gentle 

 little caddice worm, grub of the little 

 miller-like caddice fly that flits in at the 

 open window of a May night and lights 

 on the table under the glare of your lamp. 

 He dwells on the bottom in these same 

 pure waters and he has much to do to 

 defend himself against the jaws of his 

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