"I dunno 'bout that. I've had all sorts of things happen when I had this 'ere feeling onto me."
"Exactly, Pine. I've had dinner happen to me a good many times just when I had a sort of feeling it was coming. Soon as I got right down hungry I knew it was a sure sign. I say, look at those boys."
"Going a-fishing. I'd call it—Well, it's a good thing for 'em to do. They can't miss bringing in a good string. Sile, see here."
"Halloo!"
"Get back with some for breakfast if you can. We'll be right here till the critters have done feeding. Catch a heap."
"All right," shouted Sile. "He says the water's full of 'em."
"Of course it is."
"Sile," said his father, "don't throw away your time on fly-fishing. Use bait, and pull 'em right in. They'll bite."
"I'm going to spoon for 'em. Can't find any bait."
"Never mind, jedge," said Pine. "I've seen trout in some of these mountain streams jump for a bare hook quick as it tetched the water. There's too many on 'em, and they get the hungriest kind."