REMINISCENT TALES 



A five-pounder rose smartly, courteously 

 taking the McCarthy fly. The captive made 

 a mad, sharp rush directly upstream but 

 without avail, for he was soon conquered and 

 landed. 



Late in the afternoon the Angler made his 

 last cast. It was a long one nearly reaching 

 the edge of the dam. The flash, leap, and 

 powerful rush of a frightened fish came as a 

 surprise. The Angler was scared and quite 

 convinced that the biggest fish in this won- 

 derful stream had accepted his challenge. 

 A vindictive, maddened dash caused the 

 reel to shriek a war-cry as the speeding line 

 lessened its windings. 



As the fish went over the dam the Angler 

 yelled to McCarthy and jumped to another 

 rock. McCarthy offered no assistance but 

 began to laugh, while the Humble Angler 

 kept on jumping as best he could. 



In those days, it can be truly said, the 

 Angler did resemble a fat chamois leaping 

 from crag to crag; while to-day, alas and 

 alack! it would be far less difficult for him 

 to leap from jag to jag, if the laws of the 

 land did not prohibit indulgence in alcoholic 

 exercise. Had Doug. Fairbanks been present 

 the demon of jealousy would have embit- 

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