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 high and thickly wooded hills; and I knew instinctively that we had reached the end of our tramp, and that the time had come for me to show what I could do. There seemed to be abundant opportunity for me to do good work if I was capable of it. While I was being taken out of my case, I noticed that now and then there was a slight commotion in the water, just outside the lilies, and I knew it was occasioned by trout jumping from the water, even before Joe Wayring said so.

"Just look at them!" he exclaimed, in great excitement. "They are having a high old time among themselves. I wouldn't take a dollar for my chance of going home with a full creel. There! Did you see that whopper?"

"Put on a white miller and a brown hackle, and give me your rod as quick as you can," answered his uncle. "I saw him, and if he comes up again within seventy or eighty feet of us, I will make an effort to take him."

"Do you mean to say that you can throw a fly as far as that?" inquired Joe.

"That depends upon the rod. I'd like to have the first try with it, if you have no