FISHING IN HOLY LAND. 24 1 



and winter keeps his eastward gaze unchanged toward 

 that far-off light that he once saw over the Mountain of 

 the Ascension." 



"But here comes the Doctor again, just in time to in- 

 terrupt our analysis of the Old Man's countenance. What 

 now, Doctor ?" 



"What has become of that monster of a trout that was 

 in the aquarium here for two or three years ?" 



" He died last fall, of old age I fancy. Wasn't he a 

 beauty ?" 



" Where was he taken ?" 



" In Profile Lake. He weighed a little short of three 

 pounds. The largest trout ever taken out of the lake. 

 It was very odd. I was throwing a fly one evening, and 

 had a dozen fine fish, when, just after dark, while I could 

 scarcely see my fly on the water, I hooked a fine fish, and 

 killed him in ten minutes. He was the largest fish that 

 had been taken in the lake that year. He weighed a 

 trifle over one pound and a half. Of course there was 

 great excitement in the house in the evening, but the next 



morning imagine our astonishment when C took that 



noble fellow." 



"What a persevering chap you are at the fish," said 

 John. " Do you remember the mill of E'ma-al-a-ha ?" 



" Never shall forget it. It has been a source of more 

 serious consideration to my mind than any other spot of 

 which at this moment I have any recollection. It bothers 

 me. It perplexes me still. It keeps me awake o'nights." 



" What's that, John ?" 



"When the Effendi and I were in Northern Palestine, 

 it chanced that we pitched our tents one evening on the 

 bank of a large spring, some hundred feet across, nearly 

 round, deep, and clear as crystal. It poured out a strong 



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