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which the most remarkable was Moneymust. It was in 

 the latter part of July, and the day after the hall being 

 hright and beautiful, with a southwesterly breeze, we each 

 selected our boatman — for only one fisherman can go in 

 each boat — and started for a day's sport among the mas- 

 callonge and pickerel. We separated at once, some going 

 up-stream, others across by Powder-horn and Shot-bag 

 Islands, while I kept down along shore and ran into the 

 bay behind the old mill. 



I had on the line of my right-hand rod a Buel's patent 

 spoon, tin on the outside and red on the inside, bright- 

 ened, by being rubbed with pumice stone, till it shone 

 like burnished silver, and, with red ibis feathers wound 

 round the treble hook, it glanced and sparkled through 

 the water, visible at a great distance. On the left-hand 

 rod the spoon was copper on the inside, and the hooks 

 were wound with scarlet flannel, while that in my hand- 

 line had copper on the outside, brightly polished, but 

 neither feathers nor flannel round the hooks. "We passed 

 down from the outer point of the island toward the 

 lower part of the bay without success, but when return- 

 ing inside, my right-hand rod suddenly bent, and the 

 line slowly unwound from the reel, over which I had 

 taken a couple of turns to prevent its rendering too 

 rapidly ; dropping the hand-line, which was made fast to 

 the seat, I seized the rod, and turning it round and reach- 

 ing my line, commenced to draw it in as lightly and 

 delicately, but steadily as possible, just holding it 

 between the tips of my fingers. The fish was large, and 

 when he was about half-way in, having come thus far 

 with no other object 1 ons than a few violent flounces, he 



