A CUP IN THE HILLS 



"THE Giant's Cup" is a crystal pond 

 about half-way up the side of Saltash Moun- 

 tain. The mountain is the giant, and he 

 carries his cup at his belt, with a marvelous 

 dexterity in keeping it always full and never 

 spilling it over. There are about five acres 

 of water in the pond (country people always 

 measure water as well as land by the acre), 

 and those five liquid acres are "planted," 

 not with oats or corn or barley, but with 

 trout red-spotted, lusty, toothsome brook 

 trout, grown to enormous size in the clear, 

 pure, wholesome waters of the "Cup," 

 where an abundance of food comes to them 

 from the "leaching out" of the shores and 

 the falling to pieces in the water of decayed 

 and wormy logs. Ten years ago there was 

 not a trout in the Giant's Cup, but some 

 enterprising fishermen in a neighboring vil- 

 lage leased the water and stocked it with 

 fingerlings; and since then its fame as a 

 fishing ground has spread far and wide, and 



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