Silvery Cascade.
"That is, I have an idea about it—mebbe I'll try it some day; but this is such a dog-on hard world to get along in and buy shoes for the baby! I'm afraid I can't get into your way—a fellow can't live on scenery, you know, and 'tain't easy for old dogs to learn new tricks. But I'll try and not make a trout hog of myself, as you call it, anyway—I think I can manage that much."
He went off with my fish and creel toward the river, singing, and I flattered myself on having made a partial convert.
Just before noon the Major returned, warm and tired, and sought solace of his pipe. He brought with him two willow grouse with their heads shot off. He had found a coal mine in the bluffs above us, near the town, and had discovered other flattering indications of future wealth for those inclined to pick them up. He had also started two deer, "within fifty yards," during his tramp.
"Where are they?" inquired Joshua.
"Over in those hills, I presume," answered the Major, with a nod toward the supposed locality.
"Why! didn't you kill nary one?"
"Nary one."
"Well, I swan—what's the good of carrying a rifle?"