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tell about. The shade of every overhanging 

 bank, leaning willow and outstretching alder 

 seemed to shelter one or more trout. Bringing 

 all of my trout lore, of which I have told in the 

 foregoing chapters, into play, I stole along that 

 stream like an Indian on the warpath, taking, in- 

 stead of gory scalps, gold and crimson fish fresh 

 from cold spring water. I had no creel, so I cut 

 a forked stick and strung my trout with all the 

 gusto of boyhood days. At supper time, when 

 I returned to the place of my entertainment, the 

 surprise of my host and hostess knew no bounds; 

 the manner in which they marveled over my 

 "string" lead me to believe that they spoke the 

 truth when they said that not for five years had 

 such a string of trout been taken from the little 

 creek. I could multiply illustrations if I desired 

 to do so, for many times has that little coat-pocket 

 outfit of mine opened the doors of a piscatorial 

 Paradise to me. 



In assembling the suitcase outfit we are going 

 to select another rod; this time it will be seven 

 and a half feet long, five joints of eighteen inches, 

 with but four ferrules. Here we get better ac- 

 tion because the joints are longer. The rod 

 which is used here as an illustration is an old 

 battle-scarred veteran which has been packed by 



