THe Carprain AND CREW. 26 
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his tact to keep him from entangling in the alders. Now his 
satisfied smile, plainly says he has him about played. He 
reels up, and soon has his head in the bottom of the landing 
net, the tail flapping near the ring of it. I step out upon the 
scene. 
“© Well Cap, caught any?” ’ 
*¢ Hillo you! aren’t that any?” 
*¢T should think so; what will he weigh; two pounds?” 
cSiditaise: you. over.” 
AA slapping on the water in mid stream above him, attracts 
my attention, and looking, I see a rock, placed upon another 
rock, holding secure a withe, upon which are strung a half 
dozen or more very large trout. 
‘¢ Had some fun I guess, by the looks, out there.” 
‘¢ Well, yes; I never saw trout snap a fly prettier, but they 
dart for the alders. I must leave them now if I wish to save 
my leaders and flies, but I venture to say I could load you 
down if I wished to kill them.” 
*¢ A nice string they are Cap; we must split and broil one 
for our supper.” 
We string on the extra nice one, push around the canoe, and 
pole away from a nice fishing chance. 
‘¢ Where did you hit the brook pard?” 
‘* A half a mile over beyond.” 
coGamey? 2 
‘¢ Very, and full of spawning chances; caribou and deer 
tracks and their crossings. They have a trail to and by one 
piece of rips; have crossed today, by the look.” 
*¢ Why didn’t you shoot one?” 
‘+ Please tell me what we could do with a big buck on top 
of this load in the little lady?” 
