REMINISCENT TALES 



Angler and his companion. However, all 

 discomfort was speedily forgotten, even the 

 sliding-down, falling-down and rolling-down 

 by which the bottom of the ravine was 

 reached. No pathway had ever existed but 

 the wayfarers did their bests to supply the 

 need, and surely enough boulders, rocks, 

 and stones were started on their downward 

 course to have provided sufficient material 

 for the erection of a Hall of Fame had incli- 

 nation and time justified the undertaking. 



Eugene McCarthy, author of "Familiar 

 Fish," was the humble Angler's companion, 

 A fine chap and a keen sportsman was he. 

 McCarthy knew a lot about fishing, flies, 

 fire-water, and a host of other things. 



On this particular day the third pool, as 

 it was called, was chosen. It was unique in 

 its way. The river turned rather abruptly 

 and gradually widened for some distance, 

 then formed a broad and deep basin before 

 sweeping its unbroken waters over a natural 

 dam. This flowing was so even it was diffi- 

 cult to realize that the barrier had not been 

 constructed by the hand of man. Within 

 the confines of this basin many ouananiche 

 or "little leapers" lurked and waited. 



Just over the dam the descent was rugged 

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