"From Big to Bear Creek it is a succession of riffles and smooth pools. These pools are the favored haunts and playgrounds of bass, perch and soft-shell turtles. A single drag with a minnow seine in one of the feeding brooks will give you an ample supply of bait. When carefully keeping behind the overhanging shore brush and exercising caution not to knock brush or clod into the stream, an hour's mediocre effort is rewarded by a dozen bass of uniform size, weighing about a pound each. Should you make an unusual noise, break a twig or cause the sandy bank to cave and ripple the water, you must pass on to the next pool and use more caution. "We were stopping at old man White's. The house had three rooms in the front. It was in the spring, and at night we sat in the big middle room around the open fireplace and joined in the family conversation. This was the bedroom of the old folks. Their grown daughter, who attended school, sat by the table worrying over her lessons in compound interest, the practical application of which in after years would be as needful as a mariner's compass to steer her father's log canoe, tied to the root of a sycamore. I went over and helped her a bit and she became quite cordial in manner. "When I handed back her slate, I wrote upon it: 'By moonlight, when all is still, I will play Romeo under your window.' I saw that she read it when, with a half-blush, half-smile, she applied the rag with vigor to her slate. I knew she understood. All the girls in this broad land, though they may not know the sum of seven times eight, are familiar with the story of Romeo and Juliet and the balcony scene in ancient Verona. "Coleman Reid was with me. You know he is always butting in when there is a girl around. He came over and began drawing cartoons on the slate and, satisfied with prospective arrangements, I gave him my seat, taking his by the fire. "In a short while the girl and her sister went to their room on the right end of the house and Reid and I to ours on the left. "Reid wore his hair long and roached back; mine I have always worn short. We undressed and went to bed, both pretending to be sleepy. "After an hour I got up, dressed, and started out, when my friend, who had been playing possum all the time, said: 'Where are you going?' "'I'm not sleepy; I think I will take a little walk.' "'Don't you want your hat?' "'No.' "And so I walked around to the north end of the house, where our host's daughter sat at the open window. "I said something about it being a pleasant night, to which she replied: "'Ayr you the long-haired or the short-haired one?' "'The short-haired one.' "'Bend over so I can feel and see.'