The Portland daily press., 1871-08-11

Trout Fishing According 10 the Sixteenth
Amendment.
A correspondent Of the Philadelphia Post
gives the following account of a days trout
fishing with "Euphemia."
We now stumbled and scrambled bravely
down the stream, trying our flies at every
pool and ripple. The woods covered us with
a roof of green, the brook rippled merrily be-
meath her feet, while the beautiful laurel,
decked with clusters of splendid white bios
SONS, enclosed us on either side. 1t was a
charming experience. But we got no bites!
"Euphy," said l., looking back, struck by
sudden thought, "you must take off that red
bow. 1t frightens the fish, and that must be
the reason we had no bites.
"Don't trouts like red?" said she, resting
her rod in the most reckless manner against
bush, while she took off the too brilliant
bow"
"Anything bright firiehtens them, of course"
1 replied, "and wish, Euphy, that you would
not say "trouts." You don't say 'sheers,' do
pou?"
"No," said she, jerking her line from the
bush, but they 90 in docks-collecrively, you
know-and the trouts don't, at least not in
this stream"
Invent on fishing.
Silence for five minutes; then, as we passed
Woo
brought up on the Long Island coast, propos-
ed that we should stop and dig for clans.
But this Indignantly declined.
just here thought I had bite. was
almost sure it-when Euphemia, from some
little distance, called our, "Here! Quick!
Whew-ewy!
"Play him." cried. "Give him line," and
I bounded over the rocks to her assistance.
"Wait, Euphy, let me pull him out"
or xuicb Ooho ho,,o
the old hook way into my finger"
There were many little interruptions like
this, most of them Occasioned by Euphemda's
parasOl but, after a while, impressed ul,On
her mind that trout would only bite amid Il he
most profound silence, and that she must put
a restraint upon herself, and l do believe, af-
ter that, the dear creature made some pretty
bad slips without uttering word.
Alter time came to a pool, and was fish
ing very cautiously in it, whipping my fly
about as artistically as the business would
permit, when Euphemia crept up behind me.
"JObn," she whispered, ave got one."
"Where is it?" said l, not daring to look
| around, for expected a bite every moment.
"Hooked on my lne," said she, IN voice
trembling with excitement, won't you take
| it Off"
"In just one moment" said 1, watching my
"Ifs just like lobster, only smaller" she
whispered.
l could not help looking round at that.
"Do you call that a trout?" cried. at is a
craw-fish."
"Bother," said Euphem:a, II thought there
was nothing here but trouts-
"Fish in this pool, Euphy," I said, plying
the little confusion into which the craWfish
had thrown her, "and I'll go farther down."
The place in which now fished was capI-
tai. There was a ripple and a deep hole, and,
what is more, trout! / saw him Jump at a
| real fly just before l reached the spot. So,
| with bright hopes l danced my fly over the
water in the deep hole. l danced it for
about fifteen minutes, and several times
thought l saw something rise up toward
my hook. At last fish seized it. / jerked him
out OF water, but he dropped Off But
wasn't bit discouraged. If he was there
could catch him. Breathlessly awaiting an
| other rise, l heard a wild scream from be-
hind. l turned instantly, and there was Eu-
phemia in her pool!
had her out in moment.
81 had bite" she said, when 1 had soOthed
her little and seated her on a rock, "and the
stones were SO slippery tthat 1 forgot, and
went right in."
We now gave up fishing and hurried up
the stream into the sunlight. 1t was impos-
| sible for Euphemia to 60 back to the house in
| the plight she was. For about foot and a
halt from the ground she was as wet, as she
| expressed it, as "a sop" So we went into a
retired field, and she sat in the sun until she
dried, turning herself about while kept the
sun off her face with her parasol.
| don't think l will take Euphemia trout
fishing any more.