DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



lows; and this applies to nearly every point 

 on the river. 



Here the youngster with his switch and 

 twine would never distinguish himself. We 

 have often encountered this wonderful bare- 

 footed youngster with one "gallus" and a 

 letter in the post-office, who spits on his hook, 

 being a staunch believer in that school-boy 

 superstition that it induces good luck. Bless 

 the little fellow ; he knew where the trout hid. 

 He was bright and right-minded, else would 

 never have devoted much of his leisure to 

 fishing. We are most of us that identical 

 sunburnt, freckle-faced stripling, and can 

 easily discount our earlier efforts. As good 

 old Thad Norris says: "I confess as I write 

 these lines with my spectacles on that I still 

 have a strong drawing toward this type of 

 boy, whether I meet him in my lonely ram- 

 bles or whether he dwells only in my memory." 

 While the Nepigon is not a fisherman's 

 paradise in the sense that the angler needs be 

 a proficient in the art, even here with every- 

 thing favorable, there must be a "feeling for 

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