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to the beach and pick up my landing-net, which I 

 had not found necessary for the small trout. 



UP AND DOWN, OUT AND IN, 



my fish rushed, and then sulked in a most grievous 

 manner. I reeled in slowly until I could see the 

 dark back and slowly moving tail; carefully I 

 steered the fish to the net, slipped the latter under 

 it, and lifted a great black spotted trout from the 

 water, the fish making a last, mighty struggle in the 

 net. 



It was not until the excitement was over that I 

 realized that there was no more sensation in my 

 legs than in a block of ice, and I scrambled out 



BREAKING CAMP ON THE FLATHEAD PRAIRIE 



of the frigid water and sat on the shore until a 

 vigorous rubbing and the warm sun's rays had 

 brought back life to my chilled limbs. Measuring 



