An Evening's Fishing. 



with both hands, the mud and water flying all over him. but 

 he won the battle and triumphantly strung a rive-pound bass 

 with his mates. 



Thus the sport went on until we had five beauties on the 

 grass, and probably lost seven or eight others on account of 

 inferior tackle. How the natives' eyes opened when we took 

 the string of fish out of our buggy in front of the restaurant ! 

 Everyone had to see them weighed, so they were placed on the 

 scales and down they went to eighteen pounds. Everybody 

 was surprised to see five such fish taken from the river so near 

 town, and so ended one of the finest evening's fishing that I 

 ever enjoyed. 



American Field. 



