The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-07-27

ing to redress the little vessels bal
ance, and confidence came to me after
a few moments of experience. The rods
We're got ready. the fishing basket ship
ped, and at a touch of the paddle in
the hands of the man behind we shot
out into the limpid expanse like thistle
down riding on the ripples
To me it was q novel and captivat-
ingeXperience, but Patrick had come
out for trout, and when he had got
us into a likely place he put couple
Of mahogany-coIored flies on my taper
ing gut trace before handing the rod
cautiously to me. Let the air play wild
her, sir" he said, with a mellow, ac-
cent / may not attempt to initiate;
''let chr trip there where the foam lies
along the water bents;" and, acting on
| his instruction, I "let her trip. There
was an Irregular ribbon of spume about
20 yards from shore mixed all the
light debris of the lake, and, no doubt,
all the spent flies that had been blown
in from the water beyond. 1t was this
my henchman spoke of, the very first
! try showing how well he knew his bus
iress I lifted the rod point until the
| QGIlCctlc llle SlULu bttl eNiiiiSpl g. / 1911.
angles on the pleasant summer wind,
then lowered it until the flies came
down light as gossamer on the foam 10
yards away, and, answering to every
culver of the tapering gut behind, cap
cred there for all the world like frolic-
some grats toying upon the surface. 1t
was more han finny flesh and blood
could stand. Ny flies had not been
tripping" it gaily among the floating
tWigs more than half a minute when a
watery ridge shot out from the shad
ows Of the nearest reed clump, great
/ bulge occurred directly under the
'dropper" fly. and the next instant the
line that had been so playful was taut
as steel wire between me and that Wis.,
itor from the depth. All" said my
man, snaching up the paddle and put
ting the landing net where he could
reach it easily, that will be four
pounds with never a lie to help him In
the scales" and away we went over
| the lake.
/ declare that fish actually towed u.s.
He was big, heavy-tailed fellow,
While our canoe was light as a leaf on
the water, and in his first rush he
fairly took us where he would. 1t was
an ovel sensation. for, of course, not
having an independent footing I could
exercise no control over the capture"
and | never before felt so much like
being played myself aas T did during
those first few minutes. However,
when his first strength was spent. and
Pat got his paddle into play, things
began 70 go more our way. Even then
the excitement lasted to the end, for
was cramped up, with but little power
over the rod while what with the
strong fish plunging furiously in front,
and the muscular Irishman rowing be-
hind, we spun and 7curvetted about on
the blue mirror Of The lake in a highly
embarrassing manner Soon the trout
had had enough Of IT, and came re-
luctantly alongside, rolling heavily,
and squirting the water in cascades
around him; then, when for one min
ute he turned his oglden belly upper
most and lay feebly wriggling right I'M
der our bow, Pat, with the utmost
adrotness, slid the net swiftly under
him and he was ours--as pretty a four
FOUNDER as anyone could wish to see
Again we went along where the spume
was held by some off-shore current Just
outside the reeds, picking up a couple
of much smaller fish in the course of 20
minutes.
AS the second came on board a fresh
er breezs. which had been turning the
blue of the lake surface to sivery
green behind, caught us up. and under
it, our bodies answering the purpose Of
sails to our fairy craft, we danced
along In the liveliest manner until a lit
tie island crowned by silvery birches
was right ahead. I was just thlnkirG
what charming fairy retreat In mid I
lake it seemed, with miniature bays
barely a yard across, soft, shelving
beaches of .he whitest sand where Lii
iputian natives might have landed |
ffowning cliffs, knee-high, crowned |
with luxuriant heather, and on top
primeval forest of stunted birch and |
jumper, when. as we rounded the out
most cape of that little island, there |
came a tug at my rod and the reel sang |
out right merrly. 1t was a big fish |
again, as we turned to play him, the |
crisp wavelets turned in over our sides
most unpeasantly. Now, Pat had great
|''''SN- ''NN III iio snip cii oiioOlH wa
ters, but had a wholesome awe of be-
ing out in her when the wind blew We |
could not risk being towed this time,
so calling to me to let the fish have |
line, he adroitly swept us under the lee
of the islet, and there grounded the
canoe in charming little bay 7 step
ped ashore into foot of water, by the
way, but that did not matter, and play
ed another good four-pounder at my
leisure. 1t was altogether an easier
matter this time; in ten minutes the
quarry came wallowing into the shall
lows through foam topped waves that
had got up with extraordinary rapidity
and was safely landed
Then we lunched in the deep cushions
of the Juniper, with our backs to the
gusty rainstorm that came pelting over
the Lake only to be done as soon as
commenced the wind piping ffercely
among the lichen-covered rocks behind
and the skiff curvetting to her moor
lngs in the pool at our feet. And Pat
praised whisky, and vowed that my
tobacco was grown in paradise, point
ing out. as he drew upon first one and
then the other, every tradition-spot
among the fine green and purple noun