CA TERPILLABS 7 9 



dry fly, as they may, I think, interest my 

 reader. 



I was lying on the bank by a large pool 

 on a stream, and saw a little green cater- 

 pillar hanging from the branch of an oak 

 tree, apparently trying in vain to pull him- 

 self up the thread by which he had so 

 foolishly lowered himself, till he was un- 

 comfortably near the surface of the water. 

 I watched him, lazily thinking in a dreamy 

 manner how very unkind it was of the 

 trout to keep on rising, and yet not 

 look at my fly. They were evidently 

 feeding on something, but what it was 

 I could not make out. The little green 

 caterpillar was getting gradually nearer 

 to the water, and I was beginning to think 

 that the poor little chap would meet with 

 a watery grave, when just as he touched 

 the water a trout came up and grabbed 

 him. 



Little green caterpillars were evidently 

 what the trout w r ere feeding upon, and 

 that was the reason that I could not catch 

 one with a fly. I watched the branches of 

 the oak tree overhanging the water for 

 some time, and saw several caterpillars 



