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beyond the White Mountains, has been visited by these 

 zealous piscatory ramblers. Some have even penetrated 

 into the unfrequented tributaries of the Missouri. 



" SAM SLICK ON ANGLING. 



" So, sais I : " Jemmy, my boy, did you ever see a 

 salmon caught with a fly ?" 



" No, sir," said he. 



" Well, then, s'posen you and I go down to where the 

 Eskisoony stream jines the river, and I will raise one for 

 dinner in less than half no time. It's beautiful sport." 



" I will jist run up and put on my bonnet, and walk 

 with you," said Sophy. " I have often heerd of fly-fishin', 

 but never saw it. This week is my holidays for it's Mary's 

 turn to be housekeeper." 



"Any chance of a shot, my little man ?" sais T : " shall 

 I take my rifle ? " 



" O yes, sir : the minks and otters, at this season, are 

 very busy fishin'." 



" There's some chance for a fur-cap for you then this 

 winter, my boy," sais I. Having prepared all things 

 necessary, and loaded little Jemmy with the fishin'-rod 

 and landm'-net, I took Sophy under one arm, and slung 

 my rifle over the other, and in a few minutes was on the 

 best spot on the river for salmon. " Now, my little squire, 

 look here ! " sais I. "Do you see where the water shoals 

 above that deep still pool ? Well, that is the place to look 

 for the gentleman to invite to dinner. Choose a fly always 



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