TROUT-FISHING IN NEW HAMPSHIKE. 



SECOND NOONING. 

 [Present: JOE, WALTER, and NESTOR.] 



JOE. Well, we have been robbed to-day : bread all gone ; 

 butter gone ; pepper and salt "non est inventus ;" drinking-cup 

 crushed, but the bottle all safe, and it seems to say, ' And I 

 alone am left to tell the tale.' One of us must run down the 

 road to the saw-mill, and get us some bread and butter and 

 some salt and pepper. 



[Exit JOE, jingling his small change in his pocket.] 



[N. B. Never make a cache in the leaves or bushes on the 

 ground, or within reach of any four-footed animal that has 

 an acute sense of smell ; but put you provender high up in 

 the bushes or in a hollow log, and stop up the end securely.] 



[ Our commissary returns, and reports.] 



JOE. No bread ; potatoes, a quarter peck, small ; butter, 

 half a pound ; eggs, a short dozen ; pepper and salt, "quantum 

 suf" Expense, twenty-nine cents. 



WALTER. Throw on plenty of wood, and make a good bed 

 of coals and ashes ; roll the Trout in wet paper, and lay each 

 fish in as carefully as they do a baby in a crib ; make a hole 

 also in the hottest part of the fire for the potatoes ; the eggs 

 we will keep for a dessert. 



JOE. If you have dined now, Nestor, tell us about fishing 

 in New Hampshire. 



NESTOR. I knov nothing about it from personal experi- 

 ence ; all the information I can give is second-hand. I can 

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