43/58 I did catch a fish once--but it was only my line caught it." "Not your hand at the end of the line ?" "My hand was not there. The line was lying on the bank and my hook in the water." "Oh! that was it!" Away went the doctor with his gun, and the boys sped off with their fishing rods. The heat was too great for anybody else to move. There was a little island in the lake, well wooded like its shores. It was proposed that the ladies' fishing party should row over to the island, and there, under another shady grove, carry on their designs against the pickerel. |