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my knees in the swift, cold current and casting into 

 a deep hole behind a huge bowlder that rose four or 

 five feet above the water amidstream, two trout, one 

 of them a large one, took my flies, and finding the 

 fish and the current united too strong for my tackle 

 I sought to gain the top of the bowlder, in which at- 

 tempt I got wet to my middle and lost my fish. 

 After I had gained the rock I could not get away 

 again with my clothes on without swimming ; which, 

 to say nothing of wet garments the rest of the way 

 home, I did not like to do amid those rocks and 

 swift currents ; so after a vain attempt to communi- 

 cate with my companion above the roar of the water, 

 I removed my clothing, left them together with my 

 tackle upon the rock, and by a strong effort stemmed 

 the current and reached the shore. The boat was a 

 hundred yards above, and when I arrived there my 

 teeth were chattering with the cold, my feet were 

 numb with bruises, and the black flies were making 

 the blood stream down my back. We hastened back 

 trith the boat, and by wading out into the current 

 again and holding it by a long rope, it swung around 

 with my companion aboard and was held in the eddy 

 behind the rock. I clambered up, got my clothes 

 on, and we were soon shooting down stream toward 

 home ; but the winter of discontent that shrouded 

 one half of me made sad inroads upon the placid 

 feeling of a day well spent that enveloped the other, 

 nil the way to camp. 



That night something carried off all our fish, 



