REMINISCENT TALES 



ternally dry once more, simultaneously 

 shouted "Hello, Goggles." A hand wave 

 and "Hello, Boys," acknowledged this salu- 

 tation. 



The following morning the landlord was 

 informed by his only guest the reason why 

 he had come to Rockyledge Inn, and then 

 was asked by him where the best fishing 

 could be found. 



Macey suggested a river not far away 

 where Rainbow trout abounded that might 

 be tried first. The simple, clearly given di- 

 rections were easy to follow. The Angler 

 decided to give this place a trial. 



The hike proved to be a long one before he 

 heard the song of rushing waters. The gleam 

 of an ideal stream, seen through the vistas, 

 tingled his nerves with pleasurable anticipa- 

 tion. 



A test of skill followed the taking of an 

 alluring fly by a leaping Rainbow. Unheeded 

 were both time and locality. The daylight 

 began to fade. Once more upon the high- 

 way, he started, as he supposed, towards the 

 Inn. 



As twilight quivered he walked persever- 

 ingly on and on. The road seemed to have 

 lengthened since the morning's jaunt. 



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