"There are more fellows than fish here," he said to himself, with an air of disgust.
There was a boy at the end of the dam near him, and a boy in the middle of it, and two boys at the flume, near the mill. There were three punts out on the water, and one of them had in it a man and two boys, while the second boat held but one man, and the third contained four. A big stump4 near the north shore supported a boy, and the old snag jutting6 out from the south shore held a boy and a man.
There they all were, sitting perfectly7 still, until, one after another, each rod and line came up to have its hook and bait examined, to see whether or not there had really been a bite.
"I'm fairly crowded out," remarked Jack. "Those fellows have all the good places. I'll have to go somewhere else; where'll I go?"
He studied that problem for a full minute, while every fisherman there turned to look at him, and then turned back to watch his line.
"I guess I'll try down stream," said Jack. "Nobody ever caught anything down there, and nobody ever goes there, but I s'pose I might as well try it, just for once."
He turned away along the track over which he had come. He did not pause at the road and bridge, but went on down the further bank of the Cocahutchie. It was a pretty stream of water, and it spread out wide and shallow, and rippled8 merrily among stones and bowlders and clumps9 of willow10 and alder11 for nearly half a mile. Gradually, then, it grew narrower, quieter, deeper, and wore a sleepy look which made it seem more in keeping with quiet old Crofield.
"The hay's about ready to cut," said Jack, as he plodded12 along the path, near the water's edge, through a thriving meadow of clover and timothy. "There's always plenty of work in haying time. Hullo! What grasshoppers13! Jingo!"
As he made the last exclamation15, he clapped his hand upon his trousers pocket.
"If I didn't forget to go in and get my sinker! Never did such a thing before in all my life. What's the use of trying to fish without a sinker?"
The luck seemed to be going directly against him. Even the Cocahutchie, at his left, had dwindled16 to a mere17 crack between bushes and high grass, as if to show that it had no room to let for fish to live in—that is, for fish accustomed to having plenty of room, such as they could find when living in a mill-pond, lined around the edges with boys and fish-poles.
"That's a whopper!" suddenly exclaimed Jack, with a quick snatch at something that alighted upon his left arm. "I've caught him! Grasshoppers are the best kind of bait, too. I'll try him on, sinker or no sinker. Hope there are some fish, down here."
The line he unwound from his rod was somewhat coarse, but it was strong, and so was his hook, as if the fishing around Crofield called for stout19 tackle as well as for a large number of sportsmen. The big, long-limbed, green-coated jumper was placed in position on the hook, and then, with several more grumbling20 regrets over the absence of any sinker, Jack searched along the bank for a place whence he could throw his bait into the water.
"This'll do," he said, at last, and the breeze helped him to swing out his line until the grasshopper14 at the end of it dropped lightly and naturally into a dark little eddy21, almost across that narrow ribbon of the Cocahutchie.
Splash—tug22—splash again—
"Jingo! What's that? I declare—if he isn't pulling! He'll break the line—no, he won't. See that pole bend! Steady—here he comes. Hurrah23!"
Out he came, indeed, for the rude, strong tackle held, even against the game struggling of that vigorous trout24. There he lay now, on the grass, with Jack Ogden bending over him in a fever of exultation25 and amazement26.
"I never could have caught him with a worm and a sinker," he said, aloud. "This is the way to catch 'em. Isn't he a big fellow! I'll try some more grasshoppers."
There was not likely to be another two-pound brook-trout very near the hole out of which that one had been pulled. There would not have been any at all, perhaps, but for the prevailing27 superstition28 that there were no fish there. Everybody knew that there were bullheads, suckers, perch29, and "pumpkin-seeds" in the mill-pond, and eels31, with now and then a pickerel, but the trout were a profound secret. It was easy to catch another big grasshopper, but the young sportsman knew very well that he knew nothing at all of that kind of fishing. He had made his first cast perfectly, because it was about the only way in which it could have been made, and now he was so very nervous and excited and cautious that he did very well again, aided as before by the breeze. Not in the same place, but at a little distance down, and close to where Jack captured his second bait, there was a crook32 in the Cocahutchie, with a steep, overhanging, bushy bank. Into the glassy shadow under that bank the sinkerless line carried and dropped its little green prisoner, and there was a hungry fellow in there, waiting for foolish grasshoppers in the meadow to spring too far and come down upon the water instead of upon the grass. As the grasshopper alighted on the water, there was a rush, a plunge33, a strong hard pull, and then Jack Ogden said to himself:
"I've heard how they do it. They wait and tire 'em out. I won't be in too much of a hurry. He'll get away if I am."
That is probably what the fish would have done, for he was a fish with what army men call "tactics." He was able to pull very hard, and he was also wise enough to rush in under the bank and to sulkily stay there.
"Feels as if I'd hooked a snag," said Jack. "May be I've lost the fish and he's hitched34 me into a 'cod-lamper' eel30 of some kind. Steady—no, I mustn't pull harder than the fish."
He was breathless, but not with any exertion35 that he was making. His hat fell off upon the grass, as he leaned forward through the alder bushes, and his sandy hair was tangled36 for a moment in some stubby twigs37. He loosened his head, still holding firmly his bent38 and straining rod. One step farther, a slip of his left foot, an unsuccessful grasp at a bush, and then Jack went over and down into a pool deeper than he had thought the Cocahutchie afforded so near Crofield.
There was a very fine splash, as the grasshopper fly-fisherman went under, and there was a coughing and spluttering a moment afterward39, when his eager, excited, anxious face came up again. He could swim extremely well, and he was not thinking of his ducking—only of his game.
"I hope I haven't lost him!" he exclaimed, as he tried to pull upon the line.
It did not tug at all, just then, for the fish on the hook had been rudely startled out from under the bank and was on his way up the Cocahutchie, with the hook in his mouth.
"There' he is! I've got him yet! Glad I can swim—" cried Jack; and it did seem as if he and this fish were very well matched, except that Jack had to give one of his hands to the rod while his captive could use every fin18.
Down stream floated Jack, passing the rod back through his hands until he could grasp the line, and all the while the fish was darting40 madly about to get away.
"There, I've touched bottom. Now for him! Here he comes. I'll draw him ashore41 easy—that's it! Hurrah! biggest fish ever was caught in the Cocahutchie!"
That might or might not be so, but Jack Ogden had a three-pound trout, flopping42 angrily upon the grass at his feet.
"I know how to do it now," he almost shouted. "I can catch 'em! I won't let anybody else know how it's done, either."
He had learned something, no doubt, but he had not learned how to make a large fish out of a small one. All the rest of that afternoon he caught grasshoppers and cast them daintily into what seemed to be good places, but he did not have another occasion to tumble in. When at last he was tired out and decided43 to go home, he had a dozen more of trout, not one of them weighing over six ounces, with a pair of very good yellow perch, one very large perch, a sucker, and three bullheads, that bit when his bait happened to sink to the bottom without any lead to help it. Take it all in all, it was a great string of fish to be caught on a Saturday afternoon, when all that the Crofield sportsmen around the mill-pond could show was six bullheads, a dozen small perch, a lot of "pumpkin-seeds" not much larger than dollars, five small eels, and a very vicious snapping-turtle.
Jack stood for a moment looking down at the results of his experiment in fly-fishing. He felt, really, as if he could not more than half believe it.
"Fishing doesn't pay," he said. "It doesn't pay cash, any way. There isn't anything around Crofield that does pay. Well, it must be time for me to go home."
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| （被砍下的树的）树桩( stump的名词复数 )； 残肢； （板球三柱门的）柱； 残余部分 | |
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stump
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creek
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jutting
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willow
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alder
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plodded
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grasshoppers
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grasshopper
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exclamation
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hurrah
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trout
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exultation
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amazement
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prevailing
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superstition
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crook
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plunge
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exertion
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twigs
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afterward
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darting
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flopping
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