A Nomadic Angling Family.—II. 
During the first night heavy thunder storms 
several times passed to the north of us, but the 
morning dawned without rain, hot and sultry, 
though all but the nearest objects were shut out 
by an impenetrable fog. After breakfast I re¬ 
paired a broken tip, then set out down the creek. 
The trout were more in a mood for biting, but 
were easily frightened, as is always the case 
when the water is low. The creek was difficult 
to fish, so many rocks and logs and so much 
low-hanging brush. Once for fully ten rods I 
walked down stream without touching water, 
stepping from rock to rock and from log to log. 
By casting well ahead I was able to secure a 
few trout, some of which were fairly good ones. 
Success in a fight with a half-pound trout in 
fuch an environment was something of which 
the fish, and always the battle was short, ending 
in the fish’s favor. 
By n o’clock I had covered perhaps a mile of 
the creek, and by dint of great exertion had se¬ 
cured enough trout for our dinner. Had there 
been sufficient water I am sure that I would 
have filled my creel, for fish were present in 
numbers. During the afternoon I did not wan¬ 
der far from the tent owing to almost continu¬ 
ous thunder, indicating that the long threatened 
storm was imminent, though no rain fell. Just 
as night was shutting in we heard someone 
shouting near where we left the train, and as 
they continued to shout I thought it best to in¬ 
vestigate. Though 1 approached near enough 
to make out a double rig and two men, I did 
not respond to their shouts, for as they did not 
call my name I concluded that they did not 
want me. Probably I should have made my 
not a ray of sunlight reached the reeking earth, 
and we shivered with cold whenever beyond the 
warmth of the camp-fire. Very satisfactory in¬ 
deed we found the stew, for there is nothing 
that will so quickly and effectually change the 
complexion of a disagreeable day in camp as a 
good warm dinner. With us Sunday is always 
a day of rest and recuperation, so we sat about 
the fire, reading and talking, until nightfall; then 
we retired to the tent and spent a very uncom¬ 
fortable night, actually suffering from the cold 
even though the time of the year was mid 
August. 
While eating breakfast on Monday morning 
we debated whether to follow our original plan 
and take the first train to some point further up 
the line or linger in our present location for an¬ 
other day. As the sky threatened more rain we 
decided on the iatter course, rightly concluding 
EX ROUTE TO CAMP. 
one might well be proud. At one point the 
creek shot down an almost perpendicular ledge 
of rock, the whole volume of water being not 
much larger than a good sized kerosene barrel. 
From the shape of the fall or chute I was cer¬ 
tain that a deep hole had been formed at its foot, 
and that a trout would be lurking there, so 1 
cast my flies into the water at the head of the 
chute and they were instantly sucked down, the 
line being ripped from the reel by the force of 
the water. Of course the trout was waiting, 
and of course he took the flies, but I was un¬ 
able to lift him out against the current. Be¬ 
low the falls the little stream plunged into a 
mass of volcanic rocks which filled the creek 
bed from bank to bank, and the only thing to 
do was to play and vanquish the trout in that 
moil of rushing water, an impossible feat with 
a light fly-rod. I had included a stiff steel bait- 
rod for just such an emergency, but somehow 
I could not bring myself to use it against the 
fish, and so, for all of me, that combative fonti- 
nalis still inhabits the deep basin in the red rock. 
During the days we remained at the place I 
visited the falls again and again, always I hooked 
LANDING A GOOD ONE. 
that even a damp camp made was a more cer¬ 
tain proposition than one unmade. Between 
showers I whipped the stream, but with poor 
results. Some distance above our camp was an 
abandoned lumber camp. There I went and dug 
in the refuse from the stable, hoping to find a 
few earth worms, but was doomed to disappoint¬ 
ment. The only flies that proved at all attrac¬ 
tive were a little bucktail and a dusty miller. 
With those I caught all the fish we secured. Be¬ 
tween showers, when the scalding sun came out 
from behind the clouds, we spread our bedding 
on the railway embankment to dry. It is aston¬ 
ishing what an amount of sunshine heavy 
blankets will absorb in a little while, and how 
much better they feel to the tired camper after 
such an exposure. Exhausted from lack of sleep 
and finding the dry blankets very inviting, we 
retired to rest before the evening birds had 
ceased their songs. Before 3 o’clock we were 
again aroused by the frigid atmosphere, but we 
had rested and were willing to get up. 
Our tent was down by the time the sun peeped 
above the fringe of trees to the east, and after 
the inevitable rjntsh and coffee, we packed up 
whereabouts known had I not met a number of 
fishermen during the afternoon, so naturally con¬ 
cluded that the rig was in search of them. 
After a time the rig disappeared and I returned 
to camp. Upon our return home we learned that 
a relative had passed away, and that the rig was 
sent out from Mountain to notify us of the 
funeral. The lesson to be learned from the in¬ 
cident is, when going into the wilderness make 
arrangements for a possible call from the out¬ 
side. Another thing, if in search of a man in 
the woods, shout his name. 
That evening, thinking of the Sunday dinner 
and being desirous of making a change in the 
bill of fare, I shot a red squirrel to make sea¬ 
soning for a stew. Then we sat by the glow¬ 
ing embers. With darkness came the long 
threatened rain, not a pitter patter, but a down¬ 
pour, a veritable deluge. There was no poetic 
“scampering of the feet of the rain” upon the 
roof; rather a formidable roar. Nearly all night 
it rained and Sunday dawned co’d and disagree¬ 
able. Then we discovered that a hem’ock grove 
made anything but an ideal camp ground. 
Though the clouds cleared away before noon, 
