REMINISCENT TALES 



fifteen hundred feet from the edge of this 

 plateau to the banks of a stately river. 



In the shadows of giant cliffs, its waters 

 were of indigo hue save where they crashed 

 against huge boulders in snowlike froth. 



Such wondrous beauty challenged even an 

 inadequate description. A strip of sandy 

 shore bordered the water's edge, providing 

 an excellent spot for perfect fly casting. 



No need of recording the methods em- 

 ployed in undertaking the somewhat hazard- 

 ous descent. 



The Angler tarried, securing a goodly 

 number of fine fish. It did not please him at 

 all to have Macey shout suddenly and 

 loudly: 



"By Jinks! there's a fellow coming to see 

 me today; I forgot all about it. You stay as 

 long as you like. The big pool is just be- 

 yond that first bend. When you're ready 

 old Major will get you home all right. 



"I'll take a short cut back. Hope you 

 don't mind my leaving you? So long and 

 good luck." 



The Angler was startled by the sound of 



voices, while resting for a while. Half a 



dozen men emerged from the brush. All of 



them carried long poles with a spear-like at- 



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