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near Quincy, they have had snow forty feet 

 deep on the level. I have seen towns buried 

 out of sight, the streets marked by staffs, 

 with rags tied to them. When you came to a 

 staff you would see a hole, and walked down 

 snow steps until you reached the second-story 

 windows of Clancy's house, and so the Clancy 

 family. 



" Men living in such conditions must be men, 

 and I have a number of yarns regarding an 

 angler named Clancy. He was the best fly tier 

 and caster in this part of the country, and the 

 moral of it all is that among the anglers way 

 up in the Sierras you find some of the biggest 

 men and some of the noblest of souls." 



" Hold on a moment," cried S putting on 



a big log ; " now, then, sail on." 



And so with the wind whistling down the 

 chimney and the fire roaring, the author read 

 his story before he sent it to the magazine that 

 was to publish it * ; a story supposed to be fiction, 

 yet founded on fact. 



Clancy of the Jack-pot 



It was Clancy's ante, but after going over his 

 hand mentally for a moment, he looked up and 

 with a peculiar drawl said, " Boys, let 's make 



1 AfcCZwre's, December, 1907. 



