The End of the Rainbows 



rainbow, she was of course exceedingly anxious to 

 hook one of these beauties. Finally she succeeded, and 

 after my refusal to help her, landed him herself and 

 began her shouts of triumphs and of joy. 



I removed the hook and untied my stringer from the 

 boat, preparatory to adding her catch to mine, when 

 the stringer slipped out of my hand. Away went my 

 three beautiful rainbows, and with them went all my 

 pride, my egotism and my anticipated pleasure and 

 gloating. 



I threw my rod into the boat, said things that Mrs. 

 Long has not excused to this day, resolved never to 

 fish again, sat there in silence for a long time, then 

 went home, like little Bo-Peep's sheep, with my tale 

 untold. This, dear friends, was My Most Tragic Fish- 

 ing Moment. 



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