"But," I insist, "don't you think that back of 

 the island, in that still place where the current 

 runs so slowly, we might pull out something? 

 There must be a salmon resting there, and also 

 at the head of Barter's, on the shoal ; that ought 

 surely to be good for a fish. Then there IB Hamil- 

 ton Beach. I believe Mr. Heckscher can get a 

 salmon close inshore by the rock; no stones are 

 running there." 



After discussing the subject the men decide 

 it would not be a bad idea to go. So we return 

 to the house; rods, reels, lines, and leaders are 

 brought out and given to the men to be rigged, 

 with instructions to soak the leaders while we go 

 to adorn ourselves with our Lovat mixture suit- 

 able for the sport. 



Presently luncheon is announced, and three 

 anglers, with appetite sharpened by the pleasant 

 drive up the valley, sit down to one of Agnes's 

 delightful little feasts. I try to help in the con- 

 versation, but my heart is in that quiet pool away 

 down back of the island. Making some excuse, 

 Mixer and I depart From a cupboard in the cor- 

 ner of the fishing-room I bring forth my big green 

 tin box and carefully raise the lid. Behold my 

 plumed knights ! They surpass in their beauty the 

 dazzling costumes of Oriental princes. Tucked 

 away in a little partition are three conquering war- 

 riors whose armor, once bright as silver, shows 



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