CHAPTER XV 

 THE HAPPIEST DAY OF ALL 



pleasure of fishing is not in propor- 

 tion to the score. When Charles Dudley 

 Warner spoke of a happy day on the 

 trout stream at my home he was asked: "What 

 luck did you have?" 



"I saw the loveliest trout scenery in the world." 



"But how many trout did you catch?" 



"I made some beautiful casts!" 



The day of which I write was perhaps the 

 happiest of the fishing trip, yet not a hook was 

 baited, a harpoon rigged, nor a fish caught. We 

 left the Cape Sable country at dawn with a 

 favoring current of air that hardly sufficed to fill 

 the sails and left the surface of the water almost 

 unruffled. We drifted under mainsail alone over 

 the shallow Florida Banks and I sat on the bow 

 with a clear view to the horizon, unbroken save 



