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was sulking, when click ! click ! whiz-z-z, again 

 went the reel, and a huge fish leaped his whole 

 length out of water a hundred feet above him. 

 " Hello," said the Judge, " there's another fellow ! " 

 "No, that's your fish," said the Indian gaffer. 

 u Blazes ! you don't say ? What's he doing there ? 

 He's not within a hundred feet of my line." " It's 

 your fish, sir. The swift current makes your line 

 bend like the new moon." And this was the fact ; 

 but the illusion was so perfect that it required 

 several like experiences to convince him that his 

 Indian gaffer was not " fooling him " upon that 

 occasion. 



After an hour's struggle, and with a skill and 

 judgment which excited the admiration of all who 

 witnessed the contest, the fish was killed and cap- 

 tured. When he kicked the beam at the twenty 

 eight pound notch, the Judge was a proud and a 

 happy man. There are many things he will for- 

 get as old Time weaves silver threads amid his 

 auburn locks, but he will never forget his astonish- 

 ment when that fish showed himself one hundred 

 feet from the point where he was intently watch- 

 ing him. 



The next day DUN was awarded the Judge's pool 

 and had his usual luck making a larger score 

 than any of us, and breaking more rods ; not 

 because he had less general skill, but because he 



