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like the flies of the season and place, for he has an eye for 

 natur' as well as you ; and as you are agoin' to take him 

 in so, he shan't know his own food when he sees it. You 

 must make it look the very identical thing itself, or else he 

 turns up his nose at it, laughs in his gills, and sais to him- 

 self : * I ain't such a fool as you take me to be.' Then 

 throw your line clear across the stream ; float it gently 

 down this way, and then lift the head of the rod, and trail 

 it up considerable quick tip, tip, tip, on the water. Ah ! 

 that's a trout, arid a fine fellow too. That's the way to 

 play him to drown him. Now for the landin'-net. Ain't 

 he a whopper ? " 



In a few minutes, a dozen and a half of splendid trout 

 were extended on the grass. " You see the trout take the 

 fly afore I have a chance to trail it up the stream. Now, 

 I'll not float it down, for that's their game, but cast it 

 slantin' across, and then skim it up, as a nateral fly skims 

 along. That's the ticket. I've struck a nobliferus salmon. 

 Now you'll see sport." 



The fish took down the stream at a great rate, and I 

 in andarterhim, stayin' but not snubbin', restrainin' but 

 not check tn' him short ; till he took his last desperate leap 

 clear out of the water, and then headed up stream again. 

 But he grew weaker and weaker, and arter awhile, I at 

 last reached the old stand, brought him to shore nearly 

 beat out, and pop he went into the net.' 



