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stale ; and a siale fish is an unpalatable morsel. 

 While camping where a casting point was con- 

 venient (and it was rare when this was not the 

 case), we never deemed it in good taste to cook 

 a fish for breakfast which had been caught over 

 night. If there are trout to be caught at all, you 

 may be sure of a rise in the early morning ; and 

 you are equally sure of a delicious breakfast if you 

 catch at five o'clock what you propose to eat at 

 seven. 



I have had a great deal of pleasant sport at Pears- 

 field Falls, the most picturesque bit of sceneiy in 

 the woods. Those who have visited these Falls 

 will remember the unique ledge which projects 

 out upon their right side. I have caught trout 

 from that point, at the very verge of the boiling 

 cauldron, until my arms ached. But this year the 

 water was too high to render that particular spot 

 accessible, and I took to the boat to reach a favorite 

 eddy, where usually trout gather. To do so re- 

 quired a long cast in the immediate proximity of a 

 mass of saw-logs, which were swirling like fierce 

 war-horses in the rapid current and surging eddies 

 which held them fast prisoners in their whirling 

 circle. The experiment, for a moment, looked like 

 a success ; but, in making a second cast for a good 

 sized trout which, at the first effort, failed to reach 

 the lure, a gust of wind swept my leader from its 



