REMINISCENT TALES 



The strain lessened at last and they could 

 be seen turning on their sides. Why the lines 

 did not cross or the fish remain hooked 

 instead of breaking away never will be 

 known, but up to date luck lingered. 



The Angler had an impression that it was 

 nearly a year before Joe could lend his aid 

 and the prize winners brought nearer the 

 canoe. 



First, the right-hand rod received their 

 united efforts. Three magnificent square- 

 tails, appearing well nigh exhausted, were 

 plainly visible. 



The Angler secured one, Joe another; 

 meantime the middle fish shook himself free. 



The other rod became easier to handle. 

 Another trio of fish just as big as their re- 

 lations. All of them ought to have been 

 landed, but the tail-ender bumped against 

 the canoe and vanished. 



The sensations of cold and weariness van- 

 ished also. The net would not hold but two 

 out of the four vanquished warriors. Their 

 weight ranged from four and a half to a little 

 over six pounds. Of course the two clever 

 truants who rejoined their loved ones were 

 the biggest of them all. 



This battle was an unusual and exciting 

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