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swims. This one measured twenty-three inches in 

 length. I dechne to give his weight; you would 

 not believe me. He was caught by a camping 

 party on the Firehole, and they came out and 

 showed him and bragged over him and asked us 

 to dinner. That is one beauty of the Park; 

 ceremony, class distinctions, social position, 

 clothes, pocket books and bank accounts are all 

 forgotten up there. We are just a bunch of kids 

 out for a good time. 



I believe if I had stopped there I could have 

 caught a fish. I never did but once, and I have 

 fished in many lands. This particular fish that 

 I caught got away, but I should know him any- 

 where. He looked to me bigger than Jonah's 

 whale, and he had a moist eye and a frightened 

 expression. Something about my appearance 

 displeased him and he removed the hook and 

 went away. Some day I shall meet that fish 

 again — I know it. 



Once I went fishing in Lake Killarney. You 

 pay for the privilege, and there is a tradition that 

 Brian Boru, or McCarty More, or some one else 



