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knows me fust rate, you know. Wish 

 you fellers 'd go up to Hall's pond some 

 day and ketch some of them black bass 

 that was put in up there." 



" Have you tried them, Jim ? " 



" Yep ! Tried 'em with that purty little 

 trout pole you give me three years ago." 



"Catch any?" 



"Dunno!" 



"A man usually knows whether he has 

 caught a bass or not." 



" Well, it 's this way. You see I put on 

 a frog and hove him out by a good-lookin' 

 rock, and all to oncet they was a yell of a 

 yank, and I pulled my all firedest, and the 

 bass he pulled his all firedest, and bimeby 

 somethin busted, and I haint got that 

 purty leetle pole now. Next time I go 

 bassin' I '11 take along a bean pole, and a 

 purty gol darned stubbed one at that." 



" We will write to you if we find that 

 we can come up again this spring for the 

 bass, Jim." 



" 'T won't do no good to write." 



"Why not?" 



" Cause old Hank, the postmaster, he 's 



