along the brook side.Р I well remember my first fishing trip. I have __44__ been happier than when I received that first fishing pole from my uncle’s hand. It was a __45__, sweet day of early summer; the long afternoon shadows of the trees lay cool across our path. My uncle, who knew by long experience where the best place that pickerel(梭子鱼)frequently visited, __46__ placed me at the most favorable point. I throw out my line as I had seen others, and waited __47__ for a bite. Nothing came of it. “Try again.” said my uncle. Suddenly the bait(鱼饵)__48__ out of sight. Thinking “a fish __49__”, I made a strong pull. Unfortunately I brought up a tangle of weeds. Again and again, I cast out my line with __50__ arms, and drew it back empty. Feeling __51__, I looked at my uncle. “Try once more,
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