ite father in many respects. My children
are like her. Look now, Oliver," he said, as if desirous of changing
the subject, "yonder is a pool in which it will be worth while to cast
your hook. You will find something larger there than you have yet
caught in the smaller streams. Get ready. I will find bait for you."

Olly needed no urging. His cod-hook and line, being always handy, were
arranged in a few minutes, and his friend, turning up the sod with a
piece of wood, soon procured several large worms, which were duly
impaled, until they formed a bunch on the hook. With this the lad
hurried eagerly to the edge of a magnificent pool, where the oily
ripples and curling eddies, as well as the great depth, effectually
concealed the bottom from view. He was about to whirl the bunch of
worms round his head, preparatory to a grand heave, when he was arrested
by the guide.

"Stay, Oliver; you will need a rod for this river. Without one you will
be apt to lose your fish. I will cut one."

So saying, he went into the woods that bordered the pool, and soon
returned with what seemed to the boy to be a small tree about fourteen
feet long.

"Why, Hendrick, do you take me for Goliath, who as Paul Burns tells us,
was brought down by a stone from the sling of David? I'll never be able
to fish with that."

"Oliver," returned the hunter gravely, as he continued the peeling of
the bark from the rod, "a lad with strong limbs and a stout heart should
never use the words `not able' till he has tried. I have seen many
promising and goodly young men come to wreck because `I can't' was too
often on their lips. You never know what you can do till you try."

The boy listened to this reproof with a slight feeling of displeasure,
for he felt in his heart that he was not one of those lazy fellows to
whom his friend referred. However, he wisely said nothing, but Hendrick
observed, with some amusement, that his brow flushed and his lips were
firmly compressed.

"There now," he said in a cheery tone, being anxious to remove the
impression he had made, "you will find the rod is lighter than it looks,
and supple, as you see. We will tie your line half-way down and run it
through a loop at the end--so!--to prevent its being lost if the point
should break. Now, try to cast your hook into the spot yonder where a
curl in the water meets and battles with an eddy. Do you see it?"

"Yes, I see it," replied Olly, advancing to the pool, wi