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Nothing in the world except the biggest grayling I ever saw! He broke up there just at the head of the pool where the water runs deep under the willows, just off the bar. If I can get this fly just above him wait now sit perfectly still where you are." He passed up the stream a few paces and began to cast, measuring the distance with the fly still in the air.
"There's holes in there twenty feet deep, and I've see two or three hundred grayling in there dang near as long as your arm." "Ouch, Doc!" remarked Sim Gage, "that yellow stuff smarts." "It's got to, my man. A couple of days more and you might really have lost that leg, sure enough. I've seen plenty of legs lost, my man. I don't think it'll go much further up I hope not.
She was half way to the door before I stopped her, I had to take her by the shoulder to do it. 'Miss Grayling! You are hard on me. 'I suppose I am. Is anything harder than to be intruded on by an undesired, and unexpected, guest? 'Now you are harder still. If you knew what I have gone through since our conversation of last night, in your strength you would be merciful. 'Indeed?
The salmonoids as a family are freshwater fish, and by far the greater number of kinds trout, char, whitefish, grayling, pollan, vendace, gwyniad, and so forth are inhabitants of lakes, steams, ponds, and rivers, only a very small number having taken permanently or temporarily to a marine residence.
"That will be satisfactory. What is your price for the house?" "Eight thousand dollars." Mr. Grayling, after a brief consideration, said: "That seems reasonable. I will buy the house. How soon can you give me possession?" "In a week." "Very good. Then our business seems to be concluded. We will catch the next train back to the city."
My creel was already overflowing, so I emptied out all of the grayling into his bag, and went on up the river to complete my tale of trout before dark. And when the fishing is over, there is Graygown with the wagon, waiting at the appointed place under the trees, beside the road. The sturdy white pony trots gayly homeward.
It receives and registers impressions that are seemingly incoordinate; then of a sudden each cog slips into place and the perfection of a belief, of an opinion, of a desire, even of a most momentous discovery, is attained. Thus instantly Louise Grayling had a startling revelation, "Handle the boat yourself, Betty!" she commanded. "I am going to get him." Her skirt was dropped, even as she spoke.
He seemed brisker than Louise remembered his being before and his smile was as winning as ever. "Miss Grayling!" he exclaimed, seizing both her hands. "Lawford! I am so glad to see you," she rejoined frankly. And then she had to pull her hands away quickly and raise an admonitory finger. "Walk beside me and be good," she commanded.
It being the single moving object on the scene, save the gulls, she began to watch it. There was but one person in the motor boat. He was hatless and was dressed in soiled flannels. It was the young man, Lawford Tapp, of whom Cap'n Abe did not altogether approve. "He must work for those people over there," Louise Grayling thought. "He is nice looking."
But in practice the habits of the fish interfered seriously with the latter part of this plan. On my first day I had spent several hours in the vain effort to catch something better than small grayling.
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