The trout
was a gamey one, and the swiftness of the current made the task of
securing him doubly hard.
"I'll work, all right, for everything I hook here," panted Jerry, after
ten minutes had passed, and he tossed his exhausted prize over to the
bank.
But he would not give up. Where one such fine, fat fellow held out there
was certainly a chance for more, so he continued his fishing.
Unknown to him, Will had also wandered up that steep hillside, searching
for a new view of the wonderful cataract. Pushing through the dense
thickets, he chanced to catch a glimpse of the lone fisherman.
"Now, that's what I call a picturesque sight! Look at the chap perched
out on the very end of that log, with the water rushing below like a
mill-race! Here's where I get you, my duck. Fancy to what ends a
fisherman will go in order to enjoy his favorite sport."
Will seemed to forget entirely that he was willing to undertake just as
long a pilgrimage and buck up against as difficult problems simply to
get one snapshot that appealed to his soul.
"There! He's got another fish on! My! How it pulls! I wouldn't be out on
that log, doing such a job, for anything.
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