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as I reeled it in. After a brave fight, I landed a 
beautiful rainbow about one pound in weight, and 
much encouraged, began again to fish in earnest. 
Most of the water could be waded, although it was 
nearly all above the waist, but it was a pleasure 
being wet on this lovely hot day, and the big trout 
were rising well just along the low banks. In an 
hour and a half a dozen beauties filled my creel, so 
they were deposited in a shady place and another 
start made. 
My first cast was across a deep pool from a rather 
high bank, and with it I hooked a nice fish with my 
- coachman, playing it in to the bank; another trout 
took my professor and a merry time began, as they 
had different ideas as to the best direction to 
take. At last they were both close in, but it was 
necessary for me to slip into the river before they 
could be caught in my short-handled net. Owing to 
the clearness of the water, its depth was deceptive, 
so I dropped in almost up to my arms, and while 
dropping, a projecting root tore a hole in my net, 
through which one fish passed, eventually working 
itself clear, but the other was safely landed. By 
noon, I made another deposit, bringing my total to 
over two dozen—nearly all rainbow of from a half 
to one and a half pounds—so with a feeling of suc- 
cess, I sat down to luncheon. 
At this place the river had cut well into the oppo- 
site bank, while about an acre of coarse grass cov- 
ered the deposit it had made upon my side, and 
beyond this green place the sagebrush prairie ex- 
tended for miles, A marsh hawk now attracted 
