96 Tue Aroostook Woops. 

‘¢Nary a one, Cronie.” 
Cronie at last becoming disgusted with such luck takes his 
bait rod, and with three or four of his bright, red Aroostook an- 
gle worms, looped upon the hook in such a manner as to leave 
many heads and tails squirming about promiscuously, proceeds 
to prove to Joe that fiy fishing is dudish, and the way our 
fore-fathers did is the proper way, notwithstanding. Soon 
he has the worms lightly touching the surface of the water, 
then down they go wriggling and squirming, looking very 
tempting he thinks, for some good trout, moves them 
up and down, draws them away from some imaginary fish, 
then lowers them back again, and finally wilts and gives it up. 
Not a bite! They then put up the sail and run down to 
another noted chance, which Cronie remarks never fails. 
‘s What, never?” 
‘Hardly ever, Joe.” 
Here the sail is taken in and with the paddle the boat is 
moved cautiously to a good position beside the alders, just above 
an incoming brook, and here, after many moments of carefui 
manouvering, the same result. Joe’s choice selection of 
seductive flies, nor Cronie’s Aroostook bright red angle worms 
can induce a trout to flop on board ‘* The Same Please.” Joe 
lays aside the fly rod, looks dreamily over the lake and asks: 
‘¢What can we do now?” 
‘¢Well, Joe, all we can do is to bid the lake a dew, and as 
it will be sundown ere a long while, we will get back to 
camp. It is a fine side wind and we will have a jolly sail. 
In the morning we will come down to the lake again, get on 
board and try at the foot of the lake. The rains raise the 
brooks and the water is roily here; they have gone down to 
quick water or to the lower part of the lake to escape more 
