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on the raft a four-pound pickerel. Before Thad baited again, 
another float gave signs of agitation, and T landed another. 
Jack, who had observed my success, now seulled alongside, 
and took the two pickerel to be prepared for breakfast. 
I continued fishing and admiring the scenery, with the 
tops of the mountains just beginning to be illuminated by 
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the rays of a bright sunrise, and the pickerel accepted my of- 
ferings most voraciously, so that I was in the midst of a most 
successful contest when the horn blew for breakfast. After 
fastening my rods securely to the float, and seeing that each 
hook was well baited, I sculled ashore, for breakfast. 
On that lovely morning the sun seemed to have decked all 
nature in holidey costume. After a refreshing bath, on en- 
terme the hall leading to the dining-room, in the fragrant 
aroma of the coffee I scented a welcome. The pickerel, which 
had been first broiled or singed on the flesh side to prevent 
the juice from cseaping, was turned, and with a renewal of 
hickory-wood coals was “done to a turn.” Fresh butter, red 
pepper, and a dash of black pepper for its aroma, prepared 
the melting delicacy for the table. The smoke of the viands, 
fish, and of the tureen of mashed potatoes, with the fragrant 
coffee, greeted the senses like incense, and filled the measure 
of my hope and ambition. 
After breakfast, a walk on the veranda, the discussion of 
a cabana, and a look at the morning papers, which had al- 
ready been received from the city, made me again anxious to 
try the metal of those sly and peering long-noses. Adjourn- 
ing to the hotel at eleven o’clock, forty-four pickerel included 
my mess, and, partaking of an attractive lunch, T returmmed te 
New York City in time to dine at seven in the evening. 
