概要：< 4 >brother must have passed through the years in a hurry， remembering his father bringing him here as a boy。 "a ways back，" brother said in his clipped north saugus fashion， outlander， specific， no waste in his words。 old oren bentley， it had been told us， had walked five miles through the unknown woods off route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite， the remnants of an old lodge， and a great curve in the pine river so that a mile's walk in either
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brother must have passed through the years in a hurry， remembering his father bringing him here as a boy。 "a ways back，" brother said in his clipped north saugus fashion， outlander， specific， no waste in his words。 old oren bentley， it had been told us， had walked five miles through the unknown woods off route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite， the remnants of an old lodge， and a great curve in the pine river so that a mile's walk in either direction gave you three miles of stream to fish， upstream or downstream。 paradise up north。
his venerable self nodded again， a man of signals， then said， "knowed him way back some。 met him at the iron bridge。 we passed a few times。" instantly we could see the story。 a whole history of encounter was in his words; it marched right through us the way knowledge does， as well as legend。 he pointed at the coffeepot。 "the boys'll be off， but my days down there get cut up some。 i'll sit a while and take some of thet。" he said thet too pronounced， too dramatic， and it was a short time before i knew why。
the white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion， his head nodded again。 he spoke to his sons。 "you boys be back no more'n two-three hours so these fellers can do their things too， and keep the place tidied up。"
the most orderly son said， "sure， pa。 two-three hours。" the two elderly sons left the campsite and walked down the path to the banks of the pine river， their boots swishing at thigh line， the most elegant rods pointing the way through scattered limbs， experience on the move。 trout beware， we thought。
"we been carpenters f'ever，" he said， the clip still in his words。 "those boys a mine been some good at it too。" his head cocked， he seemed to listen for their departure， the leaves and branches quiet， the murmur of the stream a tinkling idyllic music rising up the banking。 old venerable himself moved the wicker rocker forward and back， a small timing taking place。 he was hearing things we had not heard yet， the whole symphony all around us。 eddie looked at me and nodded his own nod。 it said， "i'm paying attention and i know you are。 this is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the river we love， that we come to twice a year， in may with the mayflies， in june with the black flies。" the gift and the scourge， we'd often remember， having been both scarred and sewn by it。
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brother was still at memory， we could tell。 silence we thought was heavy about us， but there was so much going on。 a bird talked to us from a high limb。 a fox called to her young。 we were on the pine river once again， nearly a hundred miles from home， in paradise。
"name's roger treadwell。 boys are nathan and truett。" the introductions had been accounted for。
old venerable roger treadwell， carpenter， fly fisherman， rocker， leaned forward and said， "you boys wouldn't have a couple spare beers， would ya?"
now that's the way to start the day on the pine river。