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fun with my resuscitated trout. This attracting 

 my guide's attention, he, in simulation of wild ex- 

 citement, began to shout such advice as this: "Gosh 

 all hemlock, man! hold yer mouth right! Keep 

 the tip up. Don't snub him ! Look out now ! Mind 

 yer mouth!" and many similar directions. We 

 made a fine show, and I played the half-dead fish 

 in such a careful manner, taking advantage of every 

 swirl of the current to let my reel run, that it 

 might have deceived even a more expert angler than 

 the little parson. 



The sight of the two-foot fish brought forth an 

 exclamation of delight from the sky-pilot which 

 softened my heart and 



MADE ME FEEL GUILTY. 



We were now 

 close to the St. 

 Lawrence skiff, 

 and when the 

 dominie caught a 

 glimpse of the 

 string of great 

 fish in the canoe 

 bottom, he nearly 

 collapsed, and as 

 soon as he could 

 find his voice he 

 softly said to 

 himself: u Dear 

 me! Dear me! 

 and on ' a flv WOMEN ARE ALWAYS THE 



'*' BEST FISHERMEN. 



