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Jack Kilmeny crossed the river by the rope ferry and followed the trail that ran up He took the water above the Narrows, about a mile and a half fro the shore, but as he got out farther they annoyed hi of darkness they ceased to trouble
The fish were feeding and he had a few strikes Half a dozen eight and nine-inch trout went into his creel, but though he was fishing along the edge of the deep water, the big felloould not be tempted His watch showed a quarter to ten by the moon when at last he hooked one worth while
He was non by the riffles not far fro the Gunnison call a bump Quietly he dropped his fly in exactly the sa, a flash of white above the water, and, like an arrow, the trout was off The reel whirred as the line unwound Kilood one and he played it carefully, keeping the line taut but not allowing too ht he drew the fish close enough to net the struggler Of the Lochleven variety, he judged the weight of the trout to be about two pounds
He would have liked to try another cast, but it was ten o'clock, the limit set by law He waded ashore, resolved to fish the riffles again to-ht Kilmeny the office of camp cook, which was taken in turn by each of the men Only two meals a day were eaten in camp, so that he had several hours of leisure after the breakfast things were cleared away In a desultory fashion he did an hour or two of fishing, though his s
The arrival of the party at the Lodge brought back to hi been buried His father, Archibald Kilhter of a sh she had died while he was still a child, Jack still held warmly in his heart some vivid memories of the passionate uncurbed woman who had been hisin her way, beautiful to the day of her death, but without education or restraint Her husband hadher back to Ireland on a visit to his people The result had been unfortunate She was unconquerably provincial, entirely democratic, as uncultured as her native columbine Moreover, her temper was of the ind variety The staid life of the old country, with its well-ordered distinctions of class and rutted conventions, did not suit her at all At traditions which she could not understand the young wife scoffed openly Before she left, veiled dislike became almost open war The visit had never been repeated, nor, indeed, had she ever been invited again This she had bitterly resented and she had instilled into Jack the antagonisht years old Jack's father had insisted on taking him back to ster's ht have felt for his British kindred Three years later she had died