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tance was six or eight of these terrible hunters' miles, 

 we concluded to take a whole day to it, and wait 

 till next morning. The Beaverkill flowed west, the 

 Neversink south, and I had a mortal dread of getting 

 entangled amid the mountains and valleys that lie in 

 either angle. 



Besides, I was glad of another and final opportu- 

 nity to pay my respects to the finny tribes of the 

 Neversink. At this point it was one of the finest 

 trout streams I had ever beheld. It was so spurk- 

 ling, its bed so free from sediment or impurities of 

 any kind, that it had a new look, as if it had just 

 come from the hand of its Creator. I tramped along 

 its margin upward of a mile that afternoon, part of 

 the time wading to my knees, and casting my hook, 

 baited only with a trout's fin, to the opposite bank. 

 Trout are real cannibals, and make no bones, and 

 break none either, in lunching on each other. A 

 friend of mine had several in his spring, when one 

 day a large female trout gulped down one of her 

 male friends, nearly one third her own size and went 

 around for two days with the tail of her liege lord 

 protruding from her mouth. A fish's eye will do for 

 bait, though the anal fin is better. One of the na- 

 tives here told me that when he wished to catch large 

 trout (and I judged he never fished for any other, 

 I never do), he used for bait the bullhead or dart, a 

 little fish an inch and a half or two inches long, that 

 rests on the pebbles near shore and darts quickly, 

 when disturbed, from point to point. " Put that on 



