TWO DAYS' FISHING IN CHILE. 



In the last cliapter I discoursed of the doings of a 

 certain doctor and a young man hight Don Federico, 

 during a little shooting trip I had with them in Chile. 

 As some of my readers will perhaps remember, between 

 those two individuals there existed an attachment which 

 might be designated as interested on the doctor's part, 

 and involuntary on Federico^s. Federico was provided 

 with dollars to a considerable extent; the doctor was 

 not ; and on every occasion of their 'Agoing out together '' 

 dollars somehow migrated from Federico's pocket to the 

 doctor's purse, in a manner worthy of a Wizard of the 

 South. Accordingly I was not very much astonished 

 at my youthful friend suggesting to me that we should 

 go out for a day'^ fishing next die fiesta, but — without 

 the doctor. "Es muy buen hombre, pero, curajo ! 

 cuesta mucho-mucho ;" which, being interpreted, means 

 that the doctor is a very good fellow in his way, but 

 intolerably expensive. 



The next thing was where to go to. Our own 

 charming little bay was too near, Catalina Island was 

 too far ; why not hire a couple of fleteros and a surf 

 boat, and go twenty miles down the coast to the Con- 

 greos Islands; land in a halsa, and shoot conejos and 

 seals ? Just the thing, of course ; '^ and if we should 

 happen to stop over a day, what matter V quoth Fede- 

 rico ; and I said nought against it. 



It wasn't a very difficult matter to get a boat and 



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