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eae : wet - meee Cy ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 77 professor, coolly. ‘Sam, pick out what you want for grub, and let us waste no time in disposing of the rest.” | ‘““Not so easy to make a choice as it looks,” said Sam, leaning over, hook in hand, and feeling discriminately among the glittering and struggling masses. At last, however, he fished a large, plump salmon and a couple of fine trout, which he handed over to Fayaway. ‘“Now take hold of the end of the seine and be ready to flop it inside out the moment we get over yon village,” cried the professor. 3 “Ay, ay?’ cried Sam. The inhabitants of the little Indian fishing village had witnessed the catastrophe which had overtaken the canoe- men, most of whom had by this time succeeded in reaching the shore, and were now crowded upon the sandy beach looking, in awe-stricken wonder, upon the Wind-Specter, which many of them now beheld for the first time. ‘Steady now, till we get directly overhead!” sang out the professor, as the balloon moved gracefully along at a height of two or three hundred feet. ‘‘Now, then flop her over!” They gave a simultaneous jerk at either end of the seine, turning it completely inside out and emptying its finny con- tents upon the heads of the astonished aborigines, wko had probably never received fish in that manner before; but they made all haste to avail themselves of the bounty afforded them, and could be seen running about in every direction, young and old, picking up the fish. ‘Well, they can’t say we haven’t paid them well for the bit of entertainment they afforded us in their canoes,” said Max. ‘The whole tribe wouldn’t be able to spear that many fish in a whole season. Now, Sam, we'll pause up here in this quiet atmosphere, partake of our grub, and keep a sharp eye below at the same time.” | Fayaway had cooked the fish toa turn, and these, together with the venison and biscuits, made as hearty and whole- some a repast as the most fastidious could desire. While Sam and his sweetheart ate heartily and took their time about it, old Max hurried through with his meal and speedily restationed himself at the side of the car, telescope in hand. : Presently a loud exclamation from him caused the others to turn toward him. ‘“What’s up?” cried Sam, with his mouth full of lake fish. CO comicboo