We saw them
ourselves.
I shall never forget my first step in that water! It was as chilling
as if it had been running over miles of ice, and by comparison the
August sun seemed fiery; but these things were soon forgotten, for at
once the excitement of casting a fly began. It is almost as much
pleasure to put a little fly just where you want it, as it is to catch
the fish. My rod and reel were in perfect condition--Faye had seen to
that--and my book of flies was complete, and with charming companions
and a stream full of trout, a day of unusual pleasure was assured. We
were obliged to wade every step, as the banks of the stream had walls
of boulders and thick bushes. Most of the stream was not very deep,
but was a foamy, roaring torrent, rushing over the small rocks and
around the large ones, with little, still, dark places along the
banks--ideal homes for the mountain trout. We found a few deep pools
that looked most harmless, but the current in them was swift and
dangerous to those who could not always keep their balance. It was
most difficult for me to walk on the slippery stones at first, and I
had many a fall; but Mrs. Ord, being heavy, avoided upsets very
nicely. At times we would be in water above our waists, and then Mrs.
Ord and I would fall back with General Stanley for protection, who
alternately praised and laughed at us during the whole day.
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