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bonny brook, which brings down the clear waters from the 
springs above, to cool the pool at its mouth. Here the trout 
constantly keep visiting, and lie upon its sand and gravelly 
bottom, with an eye up toward the surface for their choice 
flies, and are always ready to dart in among the schools of 
small, silvery chub, which is the greater part of their food. 
Keeping a little away from the pool (always remembering 
an old saying, ‘‘ if you want a good trout, do not throw your 
bait directly at him,”) down by we paddle, trolling the 
spoon bait some fifty yards or more behind, and as this passes 
by the outer edge of the pool, one or two light twitches are 
given it, and we feel some small fish fast upon the hooks. 
The line is drawn in lively, hand over hand, and we have 
him; but as he is too small a trout to be taken from such 
waters, he is carefully taken from the hooks and allowed his 
liberty, when he darts under the birch, showing his thanks by 
lively wriggles for the bottom. We turn about, pay out the 
line again, trolling over near the same ground with line well 
run out behind. Coming near the edge of the pool again, the 
Commodore sweeps away, out from it a piece, then back, and 
after passing, heading on again the same, bringing the spoon 
bait more upon water we did not disturb. And now we feel 
a tug upon the line that sends a thrill over us, and means 
‘“‘big fish!” The first twitch not heavy; the next quite a 
yank; but the third, a tug and a puli, for all he is worth. 
All this taking up the time only of slowly counting one, two, 
three. ; 
‘‘Isn’t he telegraphing lively?” asks the Commodore. 
‘* Yes; says he shall try lines and titles.” 
Then, with quick darts from right to left, rolls over and 
over, comes to the surface, showing his white breast as he 
