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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Took half my leader and my pet fly I got him with a peacock-bodied gray hackle that I revised to suit my own notions and, by the great immortal Jehosaphat, he looked like a whale when he jumped up clear of the riffle, turned over, and " His flabby, white hand made a soaring movement to indicate the manner in which the four-pounder had vanished.
Last fall, a year gone, 'twas Sitka Charley and meself saw the sight, droppin' down the riffle ye'll remember below Fort Reliance. An' regular fall weather it was the glint o' the sun on the golden larch an' the quakin' aspens; an' the glister of light on ivery ripple; an' beyand, the winter an' the blue haze of the North comin' down hand in hand.
Near the riffle the Kobuks had a fish-trap, and some who were busy getting out fish saw and recognised me, and the whole population came swarming out for greetings. It was good to see these kindly, simple people again, to shake their hands and hear their "I glad I see you," which is the general native greeting where there is any English at all.
As a matter of fact, the fellow who had the latter occupation had the hardest time of it; and, as we progressed, there was greater enthusiasm for the end of the line than for the "steering" position, which meant a continual jumping out into the stream and shoving the boat off from the shore, or backing it off a riffle and pulling and guiding its nose out against the swift, adverse current into water perhaps an inch deeper, which saved the situation.
Then their glances met and the girl moved forward. It flashed simultaneously upon both of them that faulty preconceptions had caused a failure of recognition. The tall, young man, whose breadth of shoulder and elasticity of step might have been a boy's, spoke first with an amused riffle in his eyes. "My name is Sam Haymond. Are you, by any chance, Mr. Tollman's daughter?"
I looked at the Southerner; and there was no guessing what his thoughts might be at work upon behind that drowsy glance. Then for a moment a trout rose, but only to look and whip down again into the pool that wedged its calm into the riffle from below.
She was about to declare she would not have it, when her father's next words put a different face on the matter. "And it's no thanks to Cap'n Farnham, neither. He tried it oncet, and couldn't make the riffle. But me and Joel Pennybaker got together and done it. And now I hope, Mattie, you'll behave yourself and save money. It's like a fortun' comin' to you, if you're smart."
Sticking a cigar in the corner of his mouth, he ran over the cards swiftly, took out the two red jacks, and held them up, one in each hand, backs toward himself, faces to Mitchell and Steve. "Now," he said, "you can put these two jacks in the deck wherever you wish, shuffle them all you please, let me give them just one riffle, and you'll find them both together."
"Among the big lumber piles down there on Fourth street." Captain Hallam looked at the young man for a moment with something like admiration in his eyes. Presently he said: "You'll do. You've got grit and you'll 'make the riffle, sure. But you must live more regularly, now that you are to have a salary. I know what it means to live as you've been doing. I used to do it myself.
There was no harm in that, for they were well-behaved young folks. One look at their faces was enough. There were three of us in the bull-pen Bob, and Wind-River Smith, and myself. We'd brought up a herd of calves from Nanley's ranch, and we were taking it easy. 'Boys, says I, under my breath, 'they've made the riffle. "'No! says they, and then everybody had to take a pull at the glasses.
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