38 FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



"Yes." "You have him fry?" "Yes." "Egg 

 fry, yes?" "Certainly, Joseph, all the fixings." 

 -"Coffee, tea, no?" "Yes, both, and hurry it 

 up, for we are getting hungry." 



While Joe is getting breakfast, we get out our 

 fishing-tackle, select our flies, joint our rods, and 

 make the necessary preparations for the day's sport. 

 I would not be positive in regard to the cast I used 

 that day, though, as my journal says the day was 

 cloudy, I should judge I started out with a " fiery 

 brown " and " scarlet ibis : " the former is a fly tied 

 for these waters by John McBride, of Mumford, 

 Munroe County, N.Y. ; and I wish to put on perpet- 

 ual record, or as near to it as type, ink, and paper 

 will do it, that he ties the best flies, both for beauty 

 and strength, of any one in the country perhaps 

 Mr. Whitney, the famous guide of Upton, excepted. 

 If I had had his flies and casting-line when I struck 

 that six-pounder Well, never mind, I am going 

 to tell you all about that anon. 



Our breakfast was a hurried one. Joe had done 

 himself full justice : he most always does ; but we 

 were anxious for our first rise, and were soon clam- 

 bering down over the piers, seeking the favorite 

 spots, Mrs. S. seating herself above us to share our 

 sport. The day and the stage of water were both 

 in our favor, and our expectations were ranged ac- 

 cordingly. 



