ther and the rest of the family would get into a boat,
and he would row across the lake to the opposite side, where some
families lived who employed Elsie's mother to wash clothes for them.
[Illustration]
At these times, the three ducks would follow the boat. Perhaps they did
not like to trust their dear Elsie on the water, unless they were by to
help her in case of need.
Sometimes old and young would join in a song; and then far over the lake
would be heard the words:
"Come to the sunset tree, the day is past and gone,
The woodman's axe lies free, and the reaper's task is done."
It was a very pretty sight, on a summer evening, when the bright clouds
over the setting sun threw their tints on the water, to see the ducks
swimming by the side of the little boat which contained Elsie and the
rest of the family. It was so pretty a sight, that a good artist made a
picture of the scene. We give you a copy of it here.
IDA FAY.
[Illustration]
FISHING FOR TROUT.
The trout belongs to the salmon family. Its flesh is generally of a pale
pink or yellow color. It is one of the handsomest fish to be found in
our waters. The variations of its tints are very beautiful; and the red
spots on its skin distinguish it from common fish.
I never had much luck in catching trout. One summer I went from the city
to try the trout-streams in Northern New York. I had a handsome rod, and
a line nicely baited with an artificial fly; but, though I was very
persevering, my success was small.
I remember sitting for hours on the slender bridge just below the Upper
Cascades of Buttermilk Fall, represented in the picture; but my
patience was not rewarded by the capture of a single trout. I was sorry
for this; for I had depended on getting one for my dinner.
As I was about retiring, a little barefoot fellow, about twelve years
old, came along with a common fishing-pole, and hook baited with a worm,
and said, "Mister, I'll catch a trout for you."--"Do it, then," said I.
He threw his line over a smooth spot in the pool below; and, before he
had been at it five minutes, he pulled up a noble trout, large enough
for a good dinner. Another and another were pulled up in quick
succession. I did not know what to make of it; for I thought I had
fished in a very scientific way.
"Teach me the knack," said I. "Oh, it can't be taught," replied the boy.
"Well, here is
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