. Days in the open. ere the millers garden and the afternoon the Judge paddled the Preacherabout this pond while the latter industriouslywhipped the water with his flies. A more respon-sive congregation that Preacher never had. Theyslept not nor slumbered, but were up and comingfrom introduction to finally. Twenty-threetrout, filling a fifteen-pound creel, were the fruitsof his joyous toil. Then, just as the sun had gonedown behind the fir trees and the night shadowsbegan to thicken, we addressed ourselves to thewaiting throng below the mill. There were quickand constant responses,
. Days in the open. ere the millers garden and the afternoon the Judge paddled the Preacherabout this pond while the latter industriouslywhipped the water with his flies. A more respon-sive congregation that Preacher never had. Theyslept not nor slumbered, but were up and comingfrom introduction to finally. Twenty-threetrout, filling a fifteen-pound creel, were the fruitsof his joyous toil. Then, just as the sun had gonedown behind the fir trees and the night shadowsbegan to thicken, we addressed ourselves to thewaiting throng below the mill. There were quickand constant responses, but they did not count incomparison with the swirl made by one old veteranas he lunged at and missed the fly. Quickly the flywas recovered and cast again, and still again, formany a time. Had he been pricked ? Had he seenhis enemy even in the dim twilight ? No, for herehe is again, and this time his aim is sure. Backand forth he rushes, the light rod bending in perfectharmony to his movements, until the lusty foeman. a« o o> o K HO o H 5 wo o rJ o IN THE LAND OF NOD 105 has made his last run and lies exhausted in the is fresh from the sea, beautiful as a dream,the perfection of form and colouring. It was on Dixons Pond that the Junior hookedhis first fish. Dont blame him for neglected op-portunities, for he was not quite three years oldand this was his first chance. It was where an ice-cold stream comes tumbling from the hillside intothe pond, and a kindly fate had decreed that a firtree should fall at just this spot. What a combi-nation ! No wonder that this was a favourite tryst-ing place for big trout! But it had its disad-vantages, as any one will recognize who has under-taken to direct the movements of a trout that hasa hook in its mouth and a tree-top handy. TheJunior hooked a lusty fellow and, with some aidfrom the Senior, managed to get him to the topof the water, and then there was a lashing and asplashing that caused the small boy to open hiseyes in astonis
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