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Sea - Trout Fishing. 



charged vapor, that one glances at the twig-tips, almost expecting 

 to see them lit with St. Elmo's fire, like yard-arms at sea in an 

 electric storm. Only some seasons, however, and some days in 

 each, are free from one of the two extremes of too much or too little 

 Last summer, for instance, the weather continued so hot and 



rain. 



dry, and the stream ran so low, that for long stretches not a fish was 

 to be found at all in the pools, all having resorted to the mouths of 

 little inlets, where they hung clustered like a swarm of bees. Down 

 from the middle camp, the canoes go deeply loaded with tents and 

 fish, dipping only now and then into an inviting pool, and taking 

 some hours to reach a great rapid which seizes the river at the open- 

 ing of a gorge and hurls it furiously along half a mile of tangled 

 rocks, to plunge it over a steep, picturesque fall thirty feet high. 

 Down this rapid the guides will slowly, cautiously pole or lead the 



