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ever, that if your fish was bigger than Bill's the scales 

 would show that it weighed more, but as the hogs have 

 eaten it there is nothing left but the memory of it, and 

 you know that we can't weigh memory. Still I remem- 

 ber thinking at the time that your fish would go full 

 twenty pounds if he had been left to grow for a few 

 years." 



"I see," said Frank; "if Henry was as wise as Daniel 

 Webster he would know just as much. All right! We 

 are three great sportsmen, and have fished one day and 

 shot a duck the next morning, and have only our mem- 

 ories to show for it. Not a scale nor a feather; 'though 

 I s'pose Henry will count the duck he shot and the duck 

 he had in the mud as two ducks, and both were lost. 

 No; I'll be durned if we don't take home that mallard, 

 for Henry said he'd get it or lose a leg. How's that, 

 Henry; which leg will we take off if you don't get that 

 duck?" 



Henry was busy getting into his half-dried clothes 

 and said : "Frank, you may have that duck." 



We fished that day, and shot ducks with my rifle in 

 the evening, slept out next night, and took home in the 

 morning eight mallards and all the pike and crappies we 

 could carry. 



I regret that we cannot print portraits of these boys. 

 I have daguerreotypes of them, taken in 1860, sent me 

 by their younger brother, Carlos E. Neaville, now living 

 at Brodhead, Wis. The photo-engraver says that they 

 cannot be reproduced with any effect because of the lack 

 of shadows. Henry was about five feet six inches, broad- 

 shouldered; a long, oval face, with a profuse head of dark 

 hair, which came down to a point in the middle of his 

 forehead. Frank, the younger, was larger. His fore- 

 head was broader and his ears were lower. What I mean 



