CHAPTER XV 

 THE HAPPIEST DAY OF ALL 



THE 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 



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