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A fisher the stream of the Rio Chama

In his creel were a dozen trout, for the speckled beauties had been rising to the fly that skipped across the top of the riffles as naturally as life He aders, gray flannel shirt, and khaki coat As he worked up the strea waters than on the shore But just now the fish were no longer striking

"Tiive theain soon," he told himself as he waded ashore

A draw here ran down to the river, and its sunny hillside tempted him to eat his lunch farther up

Into the little basin in which he found hilory to make a very paradise of color Down by the riverside the ere hesitating between green and bronze Russet and brown and red peppered the slopes, but shades of yellow predoler ate his sandwiches leisurely, and stretched his lithe body luxuriantly on the ground for a siesta When he resumed his occupation the sun had considerably declined fro, and he landed two in assteeper, and at the upper entrance of the little park he came to the first waterfall he had seen Above this, on the opposite side, was a hole that looked inviting He decided that a dead tree lying across the river would, at a pinch, serve for a bridge, and he ventured upon it Beneath his feet the rotting bark gave way He found hied head first into the river

Coht at a rock which jutted from the channel At this point the water was deep and the current swift Were he to let loose of the boulder he must be swept over the fall before he could reach the shore Nor could he long ainst the rush of the ice-cold waters fresh from the mountain snow fields

He had almost made up his mind to take his chances with the fall, when a clear cry ca down the slope toward hiht up a stick froround This she held out to hi you in"

She put her fingers to her ave a clear whistle Far up on the slope a pony lifted its head and nickered Again her whistle shrilled, and the bronco trotted doard her