DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



markably beautiful in its simplicity. Like 

 diamonds, the cock-a-doosh . is plentiful 

 enough, yet rare enough to be valuable, and 

 to the trout a delicious, toothsome and com- 

 pelling luxury. An extremely domestic fellow 

 is he, a simple-minded creature, rarely seen 

 abroad, enamored of his home surroundings, 

 leading a very prosaic life, never appearing 

 to be doing anything but idling his time under 

 cobblestones, and conditioning himself for 

 the approval of his friendly captors. 



Our guides, understanding his habits and 

 peculiarities, could generally with little 

 trouble supply our modest requirements. We 

 never fully understood nor appreciated the 

 admirable qualities of that abominable relic 

 of barbarism, the two-tined table fork, until 

 we saw Andre spearing cock-a-doosh. He 

 would attach the fork to a stick about a yard 

 long and poke it under the cobblestones near 

 shore. When he stirred up a cock-a-doosh, it 

 would dart from its hiding place, stopping a 

 moment in curious surprise at the unwonted 

 disturbance, thus affording chance for a shot 

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