Frank Weatherby

…there is something i know there is something i have seen it all along and oh what should robin keep from me have you spoken to him of it once about the time you came he laughed at me i would hardly mention it again yet it seems to me that would be the thing to do frank reflected aloud…

…frank did not mean to stop for trout now but it occurred to him to try this brook that he might judge which was the better to fish on his return he looked about until he found a long slim shoot of some tough wood and this he cut for a rod then he put on a bit of the line a longer piece would not do in this little stream and at the end he strung a short leade…

…mr frank weatherby had occupied a new york sleeper the night before awaking only at daybreak to find the train puffing heavily up a long adirondack grade to look out on a wet tangle of spruce and fir and hardwood and vine mingled with great boulders and fallen logs and everywhere the emerald moss set a gleam where the sunrise filtered through…