. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. re himself out. Hell ketch himself if youllonly let him. Jack almost cried with vexation, but presently for-got it in Uncle Toms hard fight with a trout whichmeasured sixteen inches when, at last, it lay in thebottom of the boat. Oh, I see how, Jack said after they all had suffi-ciently admired the beautiful prize. I watched howyou did that, Uncle Tom. One time you let him haveso much line I thought youd never get him backagain. Several smaller fish were landed; then the trout THE INCOMPARABLE VALLEY 177 ce
. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. re himself out. Hell ketch himself if youllonly let him. Jack almost cried with vexation, but presently for-got it in Uncle Toms hard fight with a trout whichmeasured sixteen inches when, at last, it lay in thebottom of the boat. Oh, I see how, Jack said after they all had suffi-ciently admired the beautiful prize. I watched howyou did that, Uncle Tom. One time you let him haveso much line I thought youd never get him backagain. Several smaller fish were landed; then the trout THE INCOMPARABLE VALLEY 177 ceased to rise. Jack hadhad several rises, buthad hooked none. Just my luck! hecomplained. ** The onlytime I hook a big fish Ilose him. Its all over, saidUncle Billy. Theyvestopped rising. Anyway,its time we suns down, and itis getting late. Wevehad good sport while itlasted. Jack continued cast-ing after his uncles hadtaken apart their rodsand were impatientlyurging him to come. Just once more, andthen Ill come sure,said Jack. I promise. Then it happened His long line had. Many years ago the Yosemite Valley wasthe safe retreat of the Indians 178 THE TOP OF THE CONTINENT drifted far down over the deepest current, and the flystraightened out and curved across the stream. Therewas a break in the water and a sHght tug at the impetuous impulse was to jerk, but he remem-bered just in time. He Hfted the tip sharply. Theline tightened and the rod bent. Give him line, shouted Uncle Tom. But the fish took line without permission, pullingit swiftly from the reel. The moment the slack raised his rod and began to draw the line in withhis left hand as he had seen Uncle Tom do. The fishfollowed, stopped, turned, and made again down-stream. Then Jack, who was breathing hard withexcitement, suddenly calmed. He was not going tolose his head. He determined to land that trout. Hestood erect in the boat, and braced his feet firmly. I dont want anybody to say a word to
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