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JoE AND CRONIE. 97 

turbid waters. This brings to mind an old saying, Joe.” 
‘© What is it?” 
‘¢ After the rain go shoot a deer; but before the rains go 
fishing.” ; 
Next morning, May 28th, they are on board their bonny 
boat at five o’clock, for the morning is the best time to fish. 
Gliding down the lake with the south wind, all sail set, and 
a slackened sheet, they soon arrive at the narrows, when the 
wind being taken from them by the woodland, they furl up 
their wings and paddle to the outlet, where they leave their 
boat and walk down a little piece to quick water and the rips. 
Here, after a little, they are soon taking them, both with 
fly and worm, and fast enough to satisfy the most greedy of 
trout pigs. Here they find them in abundance and soon have 
a dozen or more of the finest sized ones lying side by side 
upon the rocky shore. As these are all they can use at the 
present, they stop fishing, yet a little reluctantly. How they 
wish they could send to their homes a dozen or two right 
from the stream, but they are far away and no quick convey- 
ance. 
‘« They are here to-day, Joe,” says Cronie. 
‘¢Yes, indeed they are. Should we tell of what we see 
swimming over these rips, they might remark that ‘ ‘tis 
another fish story.’ Well, we have caught enough for supper 
and breakfast, have we enough think you?” 
‘‘Just to please you, Joe, catch half a dozen more while 
Iam preparing some of these clean shiny fellows for our 
dinner. The day before we leave for home we can kill all 
Wwe want to carry with us, at any pool upon these quick 
waters.” 
After dinner the trout for camp are dressed, wiped dry, rolled 
