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‘¢ Bring the landing net.” 
‘Good! that’s the tune: : 
We look around, see his fly rod doubling, and rush down 
with the net. 
‘¢ Look sharp now ; take your time; he’s a dandy, the very 
deddy of the school.” 
He soon gives up fighting, however, and as he shows up 

along shore I lift him out and present to the captain —a three 
pound mud chub. 
‘¢ Ahem! that settles it; is breakfast ready?” 
fo Sark sure. 
Breakfast. Fried ham, lots of gravy; Aroostook buck- 
wheat flapjacks, all sizes; two eggs each, boiled twenty-five 
minutes; coffee, with condensed milk ; sugar to taste. 
Everything snugly placed in the bark, we proceed slowly 
upward. The current is strong upon some down grades, but 
the setting pole is always victorious in the struggle over these 
places, and we make fair time. In many places we paddle 
close in shore where the overhanging vines and bushes often 
brush our ears, and after passing one of these we come toa 
cove of shallow and quiet waters; a gamey looking chance, 
with grass and yellow lilies growing near the shores. 
Before fairly in sight of all of this, a heavy splashing in the 
water, and a loud snort, told us evidently what was up. A 
moose! One sweep of the paddle laid us quartering to the 
sound ; two rifles were quickly raised, and our eyes were scan- 
ning the locality, but we could see nothing of the game, it 
was already away. Paddling carefully in and by the spot, we 
saw where it had done some feeding, the roily water it had 
left behind, tracks upon the bottom, among the cow lilies, and 
beyond, its heavy jump through the miry alder ground. We 
