CHAPTER XXV 

 FISH SKETCHES AND FISH STORIES 



A FISH OF SIN-YALE-A-MIN LAKE A SPOT UNCONTAMI- 



NATED BY MAN CATCHING BIG FISH WITH A FLY 



A FIERCE RUSH OF A BLACK SPECKLED TROUT 



DOLLY VARDEN TROUT STANLEY, THE MOUNTAIN 



MAN AND THE LITTLE MINISTER CATCHING BULL 



TROUT IN MACDONALD RIVER HE DIDN'T HOLD HIS 



MOUTH RIGHT FISHING FOR A BIG FISH IN NEW 



YORK CITY THE FISH CAUSED GREAT HILARITY A 



POLL PARROT FISH BUT IT COULD NOT TALK. 



BEAUTIFUL LONG-TAILED MAGPIES 



with burnished iridescent and piebald plumage 

 fly around our cayuse team; at Selish the birds are 

 as tame as the dirty, noisy English sparrows of 

 New York City. Selish is a little station on the 

 Northern Pacific Railroad in the Flathead Indian 

 Reservation; the station is close to the shore of the 

 Jocko and backed up against a big butte of the 

 color and texture of the army officers' khaki uni- 

 form. There is a stony road which winds around 

 the steep sides of the butte until it finds a passage 

 up the rugged course of a torrent-worn gully, to 

 the dry, hot elevated prairie north of the station. 

 On the same elevated plain a few miles further 

 north and close by the foot of Saddle Butte, about 



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