on the move, if it has only been some old horse-trout minnowing in the glide. On the blankest days Crab Hatch will offer evidence that the river is inhabited. It is impossible to be utterly despondent just before reaching Crab Hatch. And in the late evening it is a solemn and choice spot. The water circles there eternally, and you never know what you may get your hook into. A pounder in that rapid current gives the effect of the great Leviathan himself, and the reel screeches and one's heart leaps and the fine strong excitement is yours, yea, though the fish go back. I cannot allot any but the first place to Crab Hatch. It is certainly the best spot on the water.
I arrived about eight o'clock.
Ten minutes after I got there I saw a paltry little rise just on the hump of gravel where the glide is (and the young graylings are). I cursed it, because I had hoped to find rising to-night the Immense Fish which last night rose twice in the still below the glide. But though I waited his pleasure for several more seconds, nothing happened to that mirror of the western glory. Patience, after sunset, does not reside within forty miles of me. I got out line and threw despondently to the gravel hump a red quill, to be precise, dressed on a number two or thereabout hook. Since I was not in luck in the matter of the
