

AN EVENING IN CAP, 
paring to cast again, when he remarked: 
“Will yew be wantin’ to buy that fly, too?” 
I had forgotten about the fly, as he 
called it. 
“How auch) dor you wanteior it: 7 
asked. 
“Wal, seein’ yew’r goen to ketch a good 
many trout with it, yew outer gimme a 
dollar fer it.” 
I paid the dollar, which the fellow pock- 
eted, remarking: 
“Now Ill be goen; itll be late when I 
git home. Hope yew Il have luck. Good- by 
to yew, stranger. He disappeared into 
the laurel bushes, and that was the last 1 
saw of him. 
T arranged my flies and made another 
cast; again a large trout .aised and took 
the red fly. 
I put him in with the others, and made 
several casts without any success. Then I 
raise¢ another away at the lower end of 
the poul, still on the red fly. 
For 2 hours I had the best sport I 
have ever enjoyed. The fish were all 
large, and the very gamest trout I ever 
caught. They fought hard from the time 
their jaws closed on the fly until they were 
lifted from the water. 
They all took the red fly, and, most 
singular, that hook never missed a trout; 
every fish that raised was caught. They 
were all about the same size, about I5 to 
16 inches long. Evidently they were all 
from one year’s spawn. 
But time flies fast when fish are rising, 
and approaching twilight warned me I 
must stop if I wished to have any daylight 
to find my way back over the strange 
mountain path. 
Reluctantly I laid down my rod, and, 
with a last look at the pool that had given 
me stich a rare evening’s sport, I turned 
and prepared to string my trout. 
FE had’ 16 to 18 fish, and I cut a branch 
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long enough to hold them all. I then 
pushed away the flat stone from the top ot 
the pool. 
The little pool was empty! It was only 
2 feet deep, and the bottom a white sand- 
stone. Every nook and corner was in 
plain view, but not a fish. What had be- 
come of them? 
I was perfectly dumbfounded. I got 
down on my knees id examined the sides 
of the hole. Probing atout with my rod, 
I discovered a large opening on the side 
next the big pool. 
I ran my fishing-rod into it full length. 
The mystery was explained—the fish 
had escaped into the deep water. 
As I wandered back to the village that 
evening the atmosphere around me was 
blue with a black border. At the hotel I 
found the proprietor in the office and told 
nite Tony, SPSS, lave  loybheste sine) A 
hearty laugh, and called to his clerk in the 
next room, Say, Charley, here’s’ another 
man’s been taken in by old Si Hlaskins.” 
Then, turning to me, he said: 
(the man you 1 et: had a little bit—oi 
whiskers on his chin?” 
pees a. 
“He took you along a path through the 
laurel?” 
AN ESE: 
“Brought yau to a big pool?” 
“Sold you a red fly?” 
e eeSne 
“Told you to put your trout in a hole in 
the rock?” 
idesun 
“Well, that was old Si Haskins. You're 
not the first one old Si’s beat. You were 
catching the same trout all the time. Si’s 
got that trout trained. He makes lots of 
money out of him. When you put him in 
the hole he runs right out, and—bites 
again.” 

IN GOOD FORM. 

