A KILLING FLY. 331 
retreats of the spotted, brilliant-hued trout again teeming 
with their numbers, and the placid, sheltered pools, now 
still and tenantless, boiling with their breaks and rises as 
they either roll over in sport, or rush headlong to the sur- 
face after the dainty and fragile ephemera. 
A lady, who formed one of our party frequently of an 
evening, without moving from the bridge, took a dozen 
fish in an hour or so, plainly proving that even the unini- 
tiated can here be successful, for madame previously had 
never seen a trout captured in her life. The flies which we 
should recommend for this stream are about the same in 
size as those in use on Scotch and Irish rivers, and of the 
same coloring, black and red hackles being preferable. We 
also found a fly constructed as follows most killing: the 
wings from the tail of the ruffed grouse, with a few strands 
of scarlet ibis, brown. cock’s hackle under wings; body of 
ground-hog’s fur, plucked off the stomach, with a couple 
of strands of guinea-fowl feather for tail. If the water 
should have been discolored’ with rain, substitute a little of 
the golden pheasant top-knot for the termination, instead 
" of the guinea-fowl. By coming here early in the season, 
as above advised, you will moreover escape the attacks of 
those confounded pests, the black flies, which generally 
make their appearance the second week of June, when 
woe betide you; for, if you are compelled to submit to 
their persecutions, your tortures from the results might 
turn your hair gray in a night, or drive you crazy for the 
remainder of life. No one can sympathize with the unfor- 
tunate Egyptians so well as he who has visited the Maine 
fishing regions in the fly season. 
Before leaving Upton for the wilds, as by this name your 
future resting-places may well be called, we would revert 
to the practice of throwing sawdust that comes from mills 
into the water. Now, although some may not be aware of 
