A VOYAGE IN THE DARK 



two trollers, one of whom lifted up 

 for envious inspection a lusty pickerel. 

 " He 's as big as your leg," my friend 

 replied to my inquiry concerning its 

 dimensions, and in aid of my further in- 

 quisitiveness asked the lucky captor how 

 much the fish would weigh. " Wal, I 

 guess he ought to weigh abaout seven 

 pounds," was answered, after careful 

 consideration. We learned afterwards 

 that its actual weight was nine pounds, 

 and I set that man down as a very hon- 

 est angler. 



Presently our boat ran her nose into 

 the familiar mire of well-named Mud 

 Landing, and we exchanged oars for 

 legs, which we plied with right good 

 will, for a thunderstorm was beginning 

 to bellow behind us. 

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