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swims upon his side, turns again, and goes for the bottom, 
but does not get there; sulks, and hangs back, keeping low 
down, yet has to come right along. Telegraphing his every 
movement so direct from his mouth to your hand (and which 
he has been doing since giving the spoon bait the first angry 
slap of his tail upon swimming quickly up to it, and not just 
liking its appearance, or being unacquainted with the silver 
bug, turning away, then back to chase and eye it again, to his 
finally snapping it up and landing in the birch). And now 
he soon starts up again from below to the surface, jumping 
clean and clear out from the water, showing now his large 
size and fine shape; shakes his head in the air, jingling the 
silver spoon against the brass swivel, which we take it he 
means, ‘‘ Chestnut!” And as he drops in again with a big 
splash, pretty well played, we answer, ‘* Halter broke,” and 
draw him in, hand over hand; steadily, and faster he comes; 
now we have him well under weigh. He opens his mouth, 
and then we hurry him the faster, filling him with water, 
which helps much toward his docility as he reaches the canoe 
and is run directly in the landing net, rooting his nose hard 
against its bottom, wildly flopping his tail back and forth as 
he is kept moving right along, up in the air and down in the 
canoe, without any slack line or any chance to. turn, since he 
cried ‘¢chestnut.”” A few more are taken in this manner, and 
the troll is laid aside. The Commodore, with the flies, now 
brings the trout. alongside to the net so fast, and such fine 
ones, that we soon have trout to eat, to dry, and to spare, and 
are willing, to the pool, to say good-bye. 
We now go skimming away from the pool, down around 
the shore, feasting our eyes upon all of interest, breathing in 
long draughts of the fragrant air. Keeping just a little way 
