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line in tne water, apparently entangled up stream. 

 I unsteadily wound it in — it was fast around the 

 woodwork of the dam. I tried to draw it to me 

 — then suddenly out sped the still attached fish. 

 Was ever such good fortune .' Reader, / fought 

 that fish anew, and landed him. He weighed seven 

 and a quarter pounds ! He should have been lost 

 to me, I know, according to usage in all fishing 

 stories, but — I cannot tell a lie ! 



This occurred at Chertsey Weir, England, a.d. 

 I %6y ; and many yet live near the spot who can 

 attest the occurrence. 



My second episode occurred in 1 89 1 , at the East 

 Greenwich Dam, Batten Kill River, Washington 

 Co., N.Y. Time of year, also May ist. A glori- 

 ous morning for the fisherman was this when I 

 drove up to Lake's Hotel " as the gray dawn was 

 breaking." The robins were still at matins around 

 the house, and very soon I had mine host and his 

 satellites roused. A keen sportsman he ; and to his 

 salutation I returned, " Is the dam in good order 

 for fishing 1 " receiving an affirmative reply in no 

 uncertain tone. No boat being on the river, I had 

 taken my " Acme " canvas folding boat, intending 

 to fly-fish all the likely spots of this famous trout 



