72 SPORT. 



must elapse before I try him again. They are 

 gone, and in trembh'ng hope— with exactly the same 

 length of line, and the boat exactly in the same 

 place, Ole having fixed the spot to an inch by 

 some mysterious landmarks on the shore — I com- 

 mence my second trial. Flounce ! There he is ! 



HE COMES AT ME, AND MISSES THE FLY. 



not so demonstrative this time — a boil in the water 

 and a slight plash, as the back fm cuts the surface, 

 that's all ; but something tells me this is the true 

 attack. A slight, but sharp turn of the wrist cer- 

 tifies the fact, and brings — oh, moment of delight ! 

 my line taut and my rod bent to a delicious curve. 



