TROUT-FISHING IN THE ADIRONDACK^. 



FOURTH NOONING. 



[Scene, a Saw-Mill. Time, after the Roast. Present : NORMAN, JOE, 



and NESTOR.] 



JOE. How it pours ! 



NES. A good, steady, honest rain, and there will be no 

 fishing until a day or two after it clears up ; it will take that 

 time for the creek to fall sufficiently ; then the water will be 

 just right, as Broadhead says, " of a tea color," and we will 

 nick them. Those we cooked in the old fire-place were 

 caught by Uncle Ickey with worm-bait, under the fall of the 

 dam. 



NOR. There is no better time for telling us of your excur- 

 sion to the Adirondacks last summer. But how did you 

 happen to go there in August ? You could not have chosen 

 a worse time for fishing. 



NES. I'll tell you. You know that Walter hurt his knee 

 in the early part of last season, when wading the creek at 

 Jim Henry's, and as fishing and sketching are two of the 

 necessaries of life to him, he was obliged, for the remainder 

 of the summer, to adopt the alternative of drawing and fish- 

 ing from a boat. In no part of the country is this more easily 

 done than on the lakes and still waters amongst the Adiron- 

 dacks ; so he tied his rods in a bundle, and packing his fly- 

 book, sketch-book, and a few colors, in his wallet, started for 

 Martin's, on the Lower Saranac, where he hobbled about on 

 his two canes all summer like "the Devil on two Sticks" 



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