46 EASY-CHAIR MEMORIES 



felt hat became like a " catch 'em alive-o " 

 paper stuck round with changed and rejected 

 insects. 



My daughter left me in the evening for a 

 twenty-mile drive home, carrying with her one 

 solitary half-pound trout, caught by herself, 

 and an exactly similar one caught by me. 



Really, those trout insulted us ; they treated 

 us with scorn. There they lay on the top of 

 the water, picking up and sucking in all sorts 

 of invisible things, but our pretty images which 

 floated over their noses they wouldn't look at. 

 There was one particularly big fellow, who 

 would sometimes turn upon us an insolent 

 stare, as much as to say, " What fools you two- 

 legged creatures are ! " Nothing in my fly- 

 book would please him. In a rage, at last I 

 picked up a stone and threw it at him. He 

 dodged it, and returned to his place. 



June 2. Thunder and heavy rain during 

 the night, as predicted by the master. He was 

 right, and the reason for his fish not taking 

 our flies sufficiently explained ; but it does 

 not explain why, despite of thunder, they went 

 on taking the natural fly all the time. 



River swollen and muddy all the morning 



