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each of our fly-fishers has accomplished something 

 similar." 



" Oh, you may take my word for it there has not been 

 a fish killed down below; but I tell you what, I am going 

 in for one or two here; " saying which, he assiduously set 

 himself to work. Our offers of the taking fly were de- 

 clined by him, although the tongue of every fish taken 

 was seen to be covered with one particular fly, and that 

 fly the Iron Blue. Obstinacy and prejudice still held 

 rampant sway, obstructing the path to success, and damp- 

 ing the spirits of the inner man as effectually as the pro- 

 verbial Scotch mist does the external one. Some fish 

 were still to be seen rising. 



"I thought I had that fish, he rose within two inches 

 of me at something else; it's very strange they will not 

 take the bait." 



"It would be strange indeed if they did," was the 

 reply. 



After witnessing more futile efforts on the part of the 

 rodster with the infallible artificials, we landed a small 

 fish or two, evidently to his no small discomfort, and then 

 wound up for the day. By the time all had met at the 

 hotel, every creel was found to contain fish, with the ex- 

 ception of those of the free-thinkers, who returned in 

 company, troubled and dispirited. It is needless for us 

 to add that next morning saw them on board an early 

 train bound for other latitudes, where it is hoped they 

 will benefit by the lesson taught by experience. 



The Jenny Spinner is the metamorphosis of the Iron 

 Blue. It is of a universal milk-white color, with the 

 exception of two crimson bands, one at each extremity of 

 the body. In this new dress, the insect, after the manner 

 of all other spinners, is prevalent at sunset, whenever the 

 Iron Blue has been well on in the course of the day, 

 which generally is the case on all cloudy days, between 

 April and October, though the color of this fly changes 



