to meet us. It is his pleasure, so I caress the little 

 fellow as he leads us to the house. 



"I know you have got some fish, for you are 

 both beaming," remarks Mrs. Davis, as we approach 

 the veranda. 



"Splendid sport glorious! If I do not kill 

 any more I am satisfied," replies Napoleon. 



" Oh, but you will get many more before you 

 leave. Will he not, Ned t" 



"Of course he will, and, it is three to one, a 

 forty-pounder. But is it not dinner-time f It 

 must be nearly nine." 



" As soon as you are ready," replies Mrs. Davis, 

 " dinner will be served." 



" Do not be long, old man ; hurry, now ! " 



In a few minutes the mighty angler returns, the 

 Lovat mixture discarded, and arrayed in some- 

 thing more comfortable. The little party now 

 saunters gaily to the dining-room, where an hour is 

 pleasantly spent in the dim light of a few candles, 

 whose decorations the tiny red shades cast 

 their glow upon our charming hostess as we listen 

 to her amusing conversation. Then, returning to 

 the fishing-room, Mixer and I take possession of 

 the big black settle at the fireplace to dream awhile 

 of dear faces which used to gladden the camp at 

 night, telling stories and singing songs of praise 

 for some good old angler long since gone across 

 the Big River. 



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