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these waters were bluer and colder, and these shores 

 darker, than even those Sir Hendrik first looked 

 upon; but surely, one felt, a steamer will round that 

 point presently, or a sail drift into view ! We pad- 

 dled a mile or more up the east shore, then across 

 to the west, and found such pleasure in simply 

 gazing upon the scene that our rods were quite 

 neglected. We did some casting after a while, but 

 raised no fish of any consequence till we were in the 

 outlet again, when they responded so freely that the 

 "disgust of trout" was soon upon us. 



At the rapids, on our return, as I was standing to 

 my knees in the swift, cold current, and casting into 

 a deep hole behind a huge bowlder that rose four or 

 five feet above the water amidstream, two trout, one 

 of them a large one, took my flies, and, finding the 

 fish and the current united too strong for my tackle, 

 I sought to gain the top of the bowlder, in. which 

 attempt I got wet to my middle and lost my fish. 

 After I had gained the rock, I could not get away 

 again with my clothes on without swimming, which, 

 to say nothing of wet garments the rest of the way 

 home, I did not like to do amid those rocks and 

 swift currents ; so, after a vain attempt to communi- 

 cate with my companion above the roar of the water, 

 I removed my clothing, left it together with my 

 tackle upon the rock, and by a strong effort stemmed 

 the current and reached the shore. The boat was a 

 hundred yards above, and when I arrived there my 

 teeth were chattering with the cold, my feet were 

 numb with bruises, and the black flies were making 



