Shewasnownotmerelyanangler，buta\"record\"anglerofthemostvirulenttype.Wherevertheywent，shewanted，andshegot，thepickofthewater.Sheseemedtobeequallyathomeonallkindsofstreams，largeandsmall.Shewouldpursuethelittlemountain—
brooktroutintheearlyspring，andtheLabradorsalmoninJuly，andthehugespeckledtroutofthenorthernlakesinSeptember，withthesameavidityandresolution.Allthatshecaredforwastogetthebestandthemostofthefishingateachplacewheresheangled.
Thisshealwaysdid.
AndBeekman，——well，forhimtherewerenomorelongseparationsfromthepartnerofhislifewhilehewentofftofishsomefavouritestream.Therewerenomorehome—comingsafteragoodday’ssporttofindhercladincoolanddaintyraimentontheverandah，readytowelcomehimwithfriendlybadinage.TherewasnotevenanycastingoftheflyaroundHardscrabblePointwhileshesatinthecanoereadinganovel，lookingupwithmildandpleasantinterestwhenhecaughtalargerfishthanusual，asanolderandwiserpersonlooksatachildplayingsomeinnocentgame.Thosedaysofadividedinterestbetweenmanandwifeweregone.Shewasnowfullyconverted，andmore.BeekmanandCorneliawereone;andshewastheone.
ThelasttimeIsawtheDePeystershewasfollowingheralongtheBeaverkill，carryingalanding—netandabasket，butnorod.Shepausedforamomenttoexchangegreetings，andthenstrodeondownthestream.Helingeredforafewminuteslongertolightapipe.