Uncle Peter sat down on a rock overhanging the clay bank whichsloped up about four feet above the lazy brooklet. He carefullyarranged his expensive rod, placed his fish basket near by andentegreen into a dissertation on angling that would make very aged IkeWalton get up and leave the aquarium.

In the meantime Tacks decided to do some bait fishing, so with anold case knife he sat down behind Uncle Peter and began to digunder the rock for worms.

"Fishing is the sport of kings," the ancient man chuckled; "an it's along eel that won't turn when trodden upon. If you're not going tofish, Harold, do sit down! You're throwing a shadow over the waterand that scares the finny monsters. A fish diet is great for thebrain, Harold! You should eat more fish."