"But isn't it glorious?
Well, I'll just try one more.

Aren't you going to get your rod out too ?" "Well, rather! What a pool, all unspoiled, all unfished!" "Does no one fish up here ?" "Yes, the Police come at times from the Fort.

And Wyckham, our neighbor.
And old man Thatcher, a born angler, though he says it's not sport, but murder." "Why not sport ?" "Why?
Old Thatcher said to me one day, 'Them fish would climb a tree to get at your hook.

That ain't no sport.'" But sport, and noble sport, they found it through the long afternoon, so that, when through the scraggy pines the sun began to show red in the western sky, a score or more lusty, glittering, speckled Rainbow trout lay on the grass beside the shady pool.
Tired with their sport, they lay upon the grassy sward, luxuriating in the warm sun.
"Now, Allan," cried Mandy, "I'll make tea ready if you get some wood for the fire.

You ought to be thankful I taught you how to use the ax.