When We Came From
The Bushes, Rods In Hand, The Soldier Driver Gave One Bewildered
Stare, And Then Almost Fell From His Seat.
He was too respectful to
laugh outright and thus relieve his spasms, but he would look at us
from the side of his eye, turn his face from us and fairly double
over - then another quick look, and another double down again.
Mrs. Ord
laughed, and so did I. She is quite stout and I am very thin, and I
suppose the soldier did see funny things about us. We saw them
ourselves.
I shall never forget my first step in that water! It was as chilling
as if it had been running over miles of ice, and by comparison the
August sun seemed fiery; but these things were soon forgotten, for at
once the excitement of casting a fly began. It is almost as much
pleasure to put a little fly just where you want it, as it is to catch
the fish. My rod and reel were in perfect condition - Faye had seen to
that - and my book of flies was complete, and with charming companions
and a stream full of trout, a day of unusual pleasure was assured. We
were obliged to wade every step, as the banks of the stream had walls
of boulders and thick bushes. Most of the stream was not very deep,
but was a foamy, roaring torrent, rushing over the small rocks and
around the large ones, with little, still, dark places along the
banks - ideal homes for the mountain trout.
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