308 Tie Aroostook Woops. 
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the waves, so wide awake; so wild and free at times; so 
calmly and peacefully sleeping at others, we pass again and 
again, always feeling the most agreeable sensations when 
canoeing, and as happy as the swallow skimming along the 
surface before us. And are we not like him, almost ever on 
the wing, as free as the breeze, to fly away over the waters, 
wherever fancy calls. 
The eagles, for to-day we see two of them, are now wide 
awake, but merely look grandly down on us as we pass them 
by, and as they are not watching their fishing chance, we turn 
around, facing the Commodore, and run out the troll line. 
Trolling in those days was quite in order, and many large 
fish were taken in this manner. The Commodore, with his 
usual good judgment, guides the lady just right, by the brook, 
and as the spoon is passing through the coolest water, spin- 
ning around, it is seized by a large fish, and we feel him 
hooked solid. The scientific way is fly fishing, and elegant 
sport it is; yet there is some excitement in playing a large 
fish on the troll. 
‘*T say, Commodore, talk about your fly fishing; here is 
some fun for you now; just feel of the line a moment, and 
note his manceuvres.” 
And the fish tugs to right and left, goes to the bottom to 
find a snag to rub his nose against, rises, breaks water, and 
jumps out, then in again, and tries to turn back and twist off 
the hooks, but getting no slack line to do so, soon shows 
himself alongside, and does not like the look of us; darts, to 
take under the canoe, but a quick twist of the wrist dips the 
ring of the net over his nose, and the Commodore, dropping 
his paddle, takes both his hands to lift this big fellow on 
board. Then, with a firm hold of his neck and gills, using 
