I
wore the short skirt, but Mrs. Ord had her skirts pinned so high I
felt that a tuck or two should be taken in mine, to save her from
embarrassment. The fishing is excellent here and each one had every
confidence in her own good luck, for the morning was perfect for trout
fishing. Once I missed Mrs. Ord, and pushing some bushes back where I
thought she might be, I saw a most comical sight. Lying flat on the
ground, hat pushed back, and eyes peering over the bank of the stream,
was Mrs. Ord, the society woman! I could not help laughing--she was so
ridiculous in that position, which the pinned-up dress made even more
funny--but she did not like it, and looking at me most reproachfully
said, "You have frightened him away, and I almost had him." She had
been in that position a long time, she said, waiting for a large trout
to take her hook. The race for honors was about even that day, and
there was no cause for envy on either side, for neither Mrs. Ord nor I
caught one fish!
Our camp is near Smith's fork of Snake River, and not far from the
camp is another fork that never has fish in it--so everyone tells us.
That seemed so strange, for both streams have the same water from the
stream above, and the same rocky beds. One day I thought I would try
the stream, as Smith's fork was so muddy we could not fish in that.
There had been a storm up in the mountains that had caused both
streams to rise, so I caught some grasshoppers to bait with, as it
would be useless, of course, to try flies.
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