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delicious joy of that subdued excitement which all 

 anglers know and appreciate, and for the sake of 

 which they willingly undergo suffering, hardships, 

 and peril. 



In due time Stanley was dexterously sliding the 

 landing-net under the exhausted fish as it floated 

 alongside of the canoe. 



u Good boy! 



YER HELD YER MOUTH JIST RIGHT 



that time!" cried the mountain man as he tri- 

 umphantly held the big red-spotted Dolly Varden 

 trout aloft, to gaze upon before consigning it .to 

 the bottom of the boat. 



"Hold out your hand," commanded my guide, 

 and when he observed that my fingers trembled, 

 notwithstanding the most strenuous effort on my 

 part to hold them steady, he smiled approvingly, 

 and remarked, "I wouldn't fish with a man who 

 could land a big un an' not have palsy when 'twas 

 over; such a man don't appreciate sport." 



IT WAS A NOBLE FISH, 



two and a half feet in length from the tip of its 

 quivering tail to the extremity of its gaping jaws. 

 We had now drifted quite a distance down stream, 

 but Stanley resumed his paddling, and guided our 

 craft so that in its course up stream my line swung 

 under the overhanging willows of the steep shore. 

 Again my. little rod was bent into a circle, and 

 my reel sang sweet music in response to the fierce 



