DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



wide, and guaranteed not to shrink in the 

 telling; and now complacently smiling, but not 

 gloating over your discomfort, I doff my hat; 

 for you were a beauty by and large and as 

 catchable a fish as ever happened. Already, 

 little fellow, I commiserate with you, for the 

 appetited Indians are awaiting you. As for 

 Hobo, he was no longer clothed in rags and 

 tatters. They had disappeared, and nothing 

 remained save the bones his parents would 

 never have recognized. He had paid the 

 penalty of his quarrelsome disposition. De- 

 spite our backing him up, so far as the man 

 behind the reel was concerned, he was down 

 and out forever. 



