at a common earthworm, does he? Let me show you a wrinkle,
Henry."

Henry drew the line ashore again and shook off the useless bait.

"You're, not fishing," Hiram continued with a grim smile.
"You've just been drowning a worm. But I'll show that old fellow
sulking down below there that he is no match this early in the
spring for a pair of hungry boys!"

He recrossed the meadow, and the stepping stones, to the wood.
He had noticed a log lying in the path as he descended the
hillside. With the toe of his boot he kicked a patch of bark
from the log, and thereby lay bare the wavering trail of a busy
grub. Following the trail he quickly found the fat, juicy
insect, which immediately took the earthworm's place upon the
hook.

Again Henry cast and this time, before the grub even touched the
surface of the pool, the fish leaped and swallowed the tempting
morsel, hook and all!

There was no playing of the fish on Henry's part. A quick jerk
and the gasping spotted beauty, a pound and a quarter, or more,
in weight, lay upon the sward beside the crackling fire.

"Whoop-ee!" called Henry, excitedly. "That's Number One!"

While Hiram dexterously scaled and cleaned the first trout, Henry
caught a couple more. Hiram brought forth, too, the coffee, salt