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With Rod and Gun in New England 



■ Photo, by K. 0. Harding. 



Falls at the Outlet of the Lake. 



The Doctor, who was well ahead of me, soon rose a handsome sea 

 trout which quickly came to the landing net, and I followed him with 

 another of about three pounds' weight in a few minutes. 



" First blood," shouted the Doctor across the river to the Judge, who 

 was busily at work casting a little farther down the pool. 



" All right," responded our friend, " I want different blood if I can get 

 it," and even as he spoke a swirl in the water below his fly was seen and the 

 shriek of the Judge's reel quickly indicated that he had hooked a salmon. 



Down stream the fish darted, the Judge following as rapidly as 

 possible ; back again and across the pool with the speed of an arrow it 

 came, and jumping high above the surface it fell with a splash almost at 

 our feet. It was a small fish, not over eight pounds in weight, but full of 

 life and vigor. Back to the middle of the pool it returned, and after jump- 

 ing once or twice it went to the bottom, where it sulked for a minute or 

 two, motionless as a stone. 



The Judge, however, lost no time with so small a fish, but as soon as 

 his line was well packed on the reel he put the strain of his heavy rod 

 upon it, and the salmon soon relinquished the light and permitted the gaff 

 to bring it ashore. 



" Good," I exclaimed, " we 've fish enough for present needs, let 's 

 have supper. I 'm fairly ravenous." 



We returned to the tents, where we were soon joined by the Judge. 



