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who is truly the wolf of the waters, and, 

 if not kept under, will soon devastate a 

 trout stream. 



J. The privations which fish must some- 

 times endure doubtless make the pike oc- 

 casionally very rash in his craving for 

 food. 



S. Yes, I believe with Simon, that when 

 pressed by hunger nothing comes amiss 

 to them. But in the next field is the 

 source of the stream. We can go through 

 this gap. Let us approach softly, for a 

 large fish often lies under the hollow roots 

 of that thorn tree. Give me my spinning 

 rod, Simon. There ! I told you so ! Down 

 he goes sulkily, a good three pounds, if 

 I ever had a fish in hand. Now he rises 

 to the top, and vents his indignation by a 

 violent shake or two, but it ^s of little use 

 striving against such tackle. Lift him out, 

 Simon. After all, it "s coarse fishing with 

 the minnow, and only justifiable in places 



