TROUTING FOR TOURISTS. 
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rather deep wading on a good bottom, to reach well 
across. 
Never did water more surely foretell success than 
did those moss-dyed streams that now glanced in the 
sunshine before us. A steady, gentle breeze, moreover, 
ruffled the surface, and a dark-green and golden trout, of 
just under the pound, soon succumbed as first blood. 
Four more of exactly similar size, besides two grayling, 
followed the first in rapid succession—all these being 
“ UNRESISTING.” 
killed in mid-water without going ashore. Towards the 
neck, a big island-boulder deflected the current in long 
brown swirl towards the opposite bank, with its lichen- 
clad rocks and shaggy fringe of birch. A yard below 
that boulder, the fly was arrested under water, with 
a sudden dead resistance that left no room for doubt— 
a big fish and fast hooked. This trout ran off twenty 
yards of line straight, the thin gut cutting an index 
trace of spray along his course. Then he raced back, 
