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I had spent a good many hours one October 

 day on the Snake River plains searching for 

 antelope, and it was well along toward night- 

 fall when "Rubber Boots" and I pulled up 

 before the door at the ranch, and I dis- 

 mounted, leaving Boots to the care of the 

 packer. The day had been raw and cold, and 

 I hurried into the house and to the great open 

 fire. I was a little blinded by the light at 

 first, and turned all my attention to the fire, 

 only replying to the usual question of "What 

 luck?" addressed me by my companion. I was 

 unaware of the presence of a third person 

 until I heard a strange voice say, evidently in 

 pursuance of a conversation which had been 

 interrupted by my entrance: "For those big- 

 gest trout, bait with grasshoppers, shove your 

 raft out from the shore, and when they take, 

 just let 'em take, and sit down on your raft, 

 and you are in for a run around that lake." 



Looking in the direction from whence the 

 voice proceeded, I observed for the first time 



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