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and immediately the tent is all straightened up, and the lady 
resting in her former snug quarters; he is soon gathering 
them in from the wet again, after which, later on, when 
‘¢ supper ” is announced, notwithstanding he has been known 
to occasionally whisper somewhat against the crisp and crispy 
frying mode, we are pleased to see him heartily enjoy a fried 
trout supper. 
The next morning proves fine, as we predicted, for which 
—now that we are on the homeward trail for civilization and 
friends once more — we often smile our thanks. The Com- 
modore is gently coaxing the little beauties, the trout, often 
cruelly deceiving them and placing them in his basket, insist- 
ing it never hurts them and they don’t mind it, for this is 
the superior element to which he is introducing them. Mean- 
while the breakfast has been slowly budding out, and now, 
with the coffee boiling, it is in full bloom. 
*¢ All hands, ahoy! Breakfast!” 
After this, we take the little lady, all light and free again, 
without her many travelling bags, and she runs away with us 
to a larger brook, noted for its cool waters and capital fishing. 
After running quite a piece up, we turn about, and the Com- 
modore whips the stream to right and left, and ahead, with 
the flies, as we paddle slowly down again. He picks them 
out in many places on the way down, finishing up below the 
mouth of the stream, with many larger ones that had shied 
away on ahead of us, and kindly waited there in the deeper 
water. Here stealing slowly out of the mouth of the stream, 
the little lady was laid on shcre just above the deeper water, 
when, after waiting a short time for them to get quieted 
down, the Commodore, by casting his flies very lightly upon 
the pool and allowing them to sink quite a little down in the 
