A DAY OF DAZE 



"Great Scott, what a gang!" 



"Best fisherman I ever see!" 



"Oh, you poor dear, you are wet through 

 and through!" 



"I'm starved, soaked, and sober," replied 

 the Humble Angler, as soon as he could 

 make himself heard above the babel. "Get 

 ye hence, good people, build the fire and 

 make ready the grub. I'll be with you in a 

 jiffy." And so saying, he jumped into the 

 water and resumed bailing. 



Suddenly he had a sharp chill. It was 

 not due to his wetting, but to fear. He had 

 counted thirty fish and consequently had 

 almost broken the law. Not quite, however, 

 for the fish were still alive. Gently, one by 

 one, he restored his captives to their rightful 

 home, only retaining the largest ones and 

 not more than could be used. 



The guide now helped, and combining 

 their efforts the aquarium was turned on her 

 side. When she was righted she became 

 just the leaky old boat again. 



Fire, food, a smoke, and a rehearsal of 

 experiences brought added pleasure. And 

 as the other members of the party had a 

 full creel, it was a happy group that rested 

 'neath the pines until the sinking sun 



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