There was a friend of ours who was instrumental in 

 stocking the stream with fish, and he had many rough 

 experiences along "Snake Den" and "Little Difficult" 

 when he went out on a recreation trip. On one of 

 these tours he journeyed for miles through the dense 

 underbrush, and up and down the foot-hills, which 

 make up the country through which the stream I have 

 mentioned flows. A plain every day citizen, not an 

 expert fisherman, but nevertheless devoted to the 

 art, he would relate with much pride his travels, 

 tribulations and pleasures. On this occasion he took 

 a vacation from his labors and fished the creek 

 earnestly with poor success. Not only did he capture 

 few fish but the morning following a hard day's trial, 

 a heavy gold watch which had been worn by his 

 grandfather was missing. Great was Mr. Hall's 

 sorrow and chagrin. To think that a prize relic was 

 gone was enough without giving thought to the bad 

 record he would have as a sportsman, should the tale 

 of the travel become public property. It can well 

 be imagined he was not long in returning to the scene 

 of his exploits. An early train, after a short run, 

 landed him at Hunter's Mills, and he soon had all the 

 boys who lived in the surrounding country, upon 

 promise of reward, searching for the missing watch. 

 His last trail along the stream was still fresh in his 

 memory and he earnestly followed it from start to 

 finish without success. With sa|d heart and tears in 

 his eyes he proceeded to retrace the course he had 

 followed. The day was nearing its close ; the warbling 

 of the birds had given place to the music of the frogs 

 and the world to Mr. Hall was said and dreary. As 

 he carelessly walked along he peered into the pools 

 he had crossed or fished. One of these was several 



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