282 MY SPORTING HOLIDAYS 



water-snake, about 8 inches long, that had been quite 

 recently swallowed. In this case my fly was, no 

 doubt, regarded as the dessert after a heavy meal. 



One of the most beautiful streams I came across 

 was Fall River, which in one part of its course runs 

 through a wide open valley surrounded by a magnifi- 

 cent amphitheatre of hills, and known as Fall River 

 Basin. 



From this stream I took some of the best trout we 

 caught, running up to nearly 4 pounds in weight, and 

 one day I hooked and lost a much larger fish than 

 anything that was landed. 



I left Fall River Basin at the end of September 

 after five weeks' camp-life, invigorated both in mind 

 and body, and also with a hope, that has not yet been 

 realized, of some day revisiting this land of mountain, 

 stream, and forest. 



