OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 221 
hour I had tried to kill two more without success— 
they had simply stopped rising. Filling my basket, 
I put a dozen on the strap and cutting a hole in the 
lining of my coat, put the rest in there, so with 
these and the hawk’s eggs in my handkerchief, I 
took a direct route across the prairie to the ear, 
which looked like a brick sitting on the horizon. 
On arriving I was greeted by my host, who was not 
a very keen fisherman and who had not wandered 
far afield. He told me that the others had not yet 
put in their appearance, so turning my fish over 
to the cook, I again tried the pool near the track, 
and this time killed two, making my score three 
dozen. 
H. now arrived and counted out thivty-thnee, 
some of which outweighed any of mine, but numeri- 
cally I was stillahead. After having some refresh- 
ments, we went off to look for 8. and found him 
fishing in a deep pool, only his head and shoulders 
being above the water ; he wore a happy smile, how- 
ever, and a well-filled basket floated behind him, out — 
of which we subsequently counted twenty-eight 
‘large trout. 
The next morning 8. and myself decided to try 
the upper reaches, while H. with another man went 
down the valley to try for big chaps in some of the 
deep holes. Crossing a shallow ford I took a cast 
and whipping out an eight-ounce trout, tried again, 
while S. went on. Another about the same size was 
caught a few minutes after, and the sport was ex- 
cellent in the shallows for about an hour, then the 
water became muddy, and the trout ceased to rise. 
