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did not fish. One of them held up a bass which would weigh 

 at least two pounds and said: 



"We have five as big or bigger than this." 



He had picked up the fish as he made his cast. He laid it 

 down before the plug was ready to be reeled in. There had 

 been no waste movement, and there would be no break in 

 their rhythm except when they caught and landed another 

 fish or moved elsewhere. 



I inquired about the fishing when I reached the canoe- 

 house. The manager said: 



"The old boy caught his limit and left. Somebody else 

 moved right into the spot where he was anchored but I 

 haven't seen the new man catch a fish. But the men seem to 

 be having a good time." 



When the canoe was put away and I was ready to go, the 

 manager said: 



"Here's some fish for you. They've been on ice since I got 

 through cleaning them. They will be as fresh and sweet as 

 when I caught them this morning." 



