The Half Way House 
in its pools ! Close to the pools at one side 
lay a flat table of rock, where one could stand 
or sit at ease, if once it could be reached. The 
sun shone brightly, and it was the wrong time 
of day for trout, as well as being too late in the 
season, yet there was an irresistible fascination 
in those black pools. If the trout were not 
there, where were they .? 
By clinging to the roots of trees and pro- 
ceeding with caution, we were able to scale 
the rocks and reach the flat rock by the pools. 
We congratulated ourselves upon the posses- 
sion of worms, for they certainly were a more 
natural food for fish than " flies " made of all 
sorts of indigestible things, and no doubt Cape 
Breton trout had not been educated up to 
" flies." So we cast a worm, but it had no 
time to enter the water, for even as it touched 
the surface it was caught by a trout and swal- 
lowed, hook and all. With pride unspeakable 
we pulled him in, struggling so that we trembled 
for the rod and line, for we knew not how 
to " land " a fish other than just to pull him 
out of the water with as few preliminaries as 
possible. 
We put him in a damp cavern in the rock 
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