. Rod and gun. settled that llie first days fishing should bein the nelghborliood of the camp, in order toharden up for the long hike to the falls,which would be a matter of a two day tri|i andsleeping out at night. The party were soon rigged out in their oldclothes and boots, rubber waders beingbarred on account of the danger of being sweptolT ones feet in the swift waters. Then came the christening in the icy water( these mountain streams are always icy) andthe party were off up the river. After considerable experimenting the properbait was found to suit the wily bulls, whichspecies of trout
. Rod and gun. settled that llie first days fishing should bein the nelghborliood of the camp, in order toharden up for the long hike to the falls,which would be a matter of a two day tri|i andsleeping out at night. The party were soon rigged out in their oldclothes and boots, rubber waders beingbarred on account of the danger of being sweptolT ones feet in the swift waters. Then came the christening in the icy water( these mountain streams are always icy) andthe party were off up the river. After considerable experimenting the properbait was found to suit the wily bulls, whichspecies of trout predominate in the upperreaches of the Elbow, and a fair days fishingwas the result, the party reaching camp in theearly morning, wet and hungry, but only event of the day occurred toHappy, and Hank, when a big buck muledeer attempted to rush them into a deep holein the river,—and they only had fishing polesfor defence. Supper over, after camp-fire song and storythe weary nimrods again sought their. The Catch downy couch, but not before a deep bed ofspruce boughs had been laid, as Happymade serious complaint that mother earthwas not built in strict conformity to his an-gular frame. During the night some strange beast visitedthe precincts of the camp in search of crumbsfrom the masters table, or ground,—to bemore correct,—but as none of the masters?were armed with more than a pocket knifethe sleepy crew decided to lie low,—thats agood word. In the morning, according to several Sher-lock Holmeses in the party, the midnightmarauder was nothing more than a stray dogfrom a ranch away down the valley. Well, this was the morning for the big tripto the falls, so grub was packed, extra sweat-ers and coats were made into convenientshoulder rolls and everything in the shape offishing tackle for handling anything from awhale to a minnow, was stored in capaciouspockets, and with a farewell look at one-treecamp the party set out. The morning was dark, and murky even toclos
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