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set up a different sort of action 
among'st those fins and tails. I do not 
say the roach will be frightened or 
leave the pool, not at once anyway, but 
there will be a distinct agitation ob- 
servable. Not one of them will feed 
or look for food. By their quick, ner- 
vous movements, he will detect that the 
whole school agree that there is some- 
thing up, something to be aware of, 
and in a few moments he will probably 
not see a fish. 
NE may confidently assert that 
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glaringly neglected by nature students. 
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from the protoplasm to the polar star, 
the more we know the more wonders 
are opened up on and on till we are 
appalled at the infinity lying beyond 
our ken. We should approach our fish 
realizing a little of this. They are 
more marvelously organized than we 
can comprehend—I was going to say, 
care to comprehend. But anglers would 
soon find a charm in observing, and 
keeping records of a few of the phe- 
nomena of piscine intelliegnce, and 
prove for themselves the extreme sen- 
sitiveness of their senses and _ the 
subtlety of their sagacities. 

A REMINDER OF WHAT’S COMING 
TALES OF RABBITS 
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ping a cap. Luckily for us and the 
roof, the gun did not contain an old 
charge. The oil in our lantern gave 
out, so we put gun and ammunition 
away and went home, agreeing to meet 
at the end of the bridge at 7.30 on the 
following morning. 
It snowed during the night and 
nearly all of the next morning, but we 
managed to get safely away by one 
o’clock that afternoon. I say “safely,” 
because it took some mighty clever 
jockying on our part to get by Frank’s 
house without his mother seeing us; she 
never entertained the least suspicion 
It will identify you. 
that we had a gun. First we tried hold- 
ing it under Frank’s overcoat with the 
muzzle up, but the end stuck out too far 
above his coat. collar, chafing his ear. 
Then we put the barrel down his rubber 
boot leg, but he appeared so lame when 
walking that we knew this would never 
do, for if his mother ever saw him go 
limping past she would be sure to call 
him into the house to find out how he 
had hurt himself. So at last we rolled 
the gun up in a piece of old carpet and 
put it on my sled, while Frank lay on 
top of it, and coasted down hill past his 
house. This carried him to the end of 
the bridge and from here it was an easy 
matter to get to the shore, and we were 
safe. Everything worked, including 
ourselves. The sled and carpet we left 
under an overturned dory, then we 
headed up shore toward the woods. 
How sweetly the metallic tinkle of 
those caps in their brass box in Frank’s 
pocket sounded to our ears. When he 
arrived at the little bridge that spans 
the outlet of Catlain’s Pond we decided 
to load up. This was a most important 
and joyful performance. Frank wanted 
to cap the gun before he rammed home 
the charge, but I had seen Lon Douglas 
load his old “Queen’s Arms” and I re- 
membered he put the cap on last. When 
the final wad of oakum was properly 
seated and driven home hard, the 
charge measured ‘five fingers” on the 
protruding end of the rod; we figured 
this ought to be enough, considering 
the size of the gun. We did not bother 
to hunt Dr. Austin’s woods but kept on 
up the road—or the place where the 
road once was, for now it lay buried be- 
neath eight inches of snow. Once an 
old crow started to come over our 
heads, but he cawed mockingly as we 
hustled for cover. Several other crows 
cawed at us from the tall spruces in 
Stover’s woods, but we were not to be 
diverted, our destination was Buck’s 
Alders, a small alder swamp in the 
heart of Curtis’ woods in South Harps- 
well, Maine. On our way we heard 
several distant guns and we knew al- 
ready some of the older boys were rab- 
biting in the locality we had chosen. 
We climbed the stone wall and 
stepped into a magic land of snowy 
whiteness. Every old familiar stump 
and log had taken on a new character 
from the snow storm of the night be- 
fore. Rabbit and partridge tracks were 
abundant on every side. A few chicka- 
dees and crossbills, enticed by the low- 
hanging winter sun, had braved the 
snapping cold and were pecking indus- 
triously away at the spruce cones. A 
ruffed grouse sprang from beneath a 
sheltering bough at our right, disap- 
pearing in a whir of wings and a daz- 
zling cloud of snow. We gazed at each 
other in silence. Frank had not thought 
to shoot, and had he done so I doubt if 
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