BROOK TROUT 



weary day with a basket of unusual weight, or per- 

 chance a fawn cut down before its time. Fulsome are 

 the congratulations given, manifold the acknowledg- 

 ments of his prowess. He receives honors with that 

 becoming dignity which reticence impresses, and mag- 

 nificently tips a $20 note to his trusty guide. The 

 crowd look on in admiration, and vow to emulate the 

 hero. After supper there is a generous flow of cham- 

 pagne to a selected few upon the western piazza, and 

 the exploits of the day are recounted and compared. 

 The parlors grow noisy with music and dancing; 

 silence and smoke prevail in the card-room. This is 

 the daily evening routine. 



At early dawn of morning camping parties are astir. 

 With much careful stowage and trimming of ship, the 

 impedimenta of the voyage are placed in the boats. 

 Tents, blankets, cooking-utensils, provision-hampers, 

 rods, guns, demijohns, satchels, and overcoats are piled 

 up amidships. A backboard is nicely adjusted in the 

 stern for the tourist, who takes his seat and hoists his 

 umbrella. The guide deftly ships his oars, cuts a 

 fresh piece of tobacco, and awaits orders to start. 

 Singly, and by twos or threes, the boats get away ; 

 cambric adieus are waved by the i^w receding friends 

 on shore, and the household of St. James is left to fin- 

 ish its slumbers till summoned to breakfast at eight 

 o'clock. Delicious and vivifying is the pure morning 

 air, grateful as a mother's lullaby the long sweep of 

 the oars, enchanting the shifting scenery and ever- 



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