THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 93 
light a veritable treasure; a bunch of old-style linen lines and ringed 
hooks; and this discovery brought about in turn the discovery of the 
finest trout stream in the writer’s experience. I just went at it boy 
style, cut a willow, caught some grasshoppers, and had more happiness 
that afternoon than I had ever before experienced in the same length 
of time. 
The catch was sixty-five, beauties, all of them, not one in the bunch 
under 10 inches—and up to 18 inches;—and the discovery was made that 
Catherine Creek was a trout stream, a discovery which for more than 
half a century has contributed to the joy and happiness of hundreds 
and thousands of people. Not a stream in Oregon furnishes more com- 
fortable and beautiful camping places, and for years people for many 
miles around have availed themselves of the privileges, and spent many 
happy days and weeks camping on Catherine Creek. 
MOUNTAIN MUSIC 
By ISvVERETT EARLE STANARD, Brownsville, Oregon 
Flutes and pipes of the grosbeaks, 
Clear-cut minors and sharps,— 
Quaintest and saddest of instruments, 
Violoncellos and harps! 
These are the feathered hill-folk, 
And from their musical throats 
Come echoes of quiring winds and streams 
Strange fifings and mandolin notes. 
Hush of the craggy canyon, 
Lisp of the mountain breeze, 
Surge of the ocean melody 
That swells in the giant trees! 
Song unknown to the swallow, 
Unheard of robin or lark, 
Pipings brought from the hill-lands 
Down to valley and park! 
Flutes and pipes of the grosbeaks, 
Oddest minors and sharps, 
Quaintest and saddest of instruments, 
Violoncellos and harps! 
