), a very few breams, and a couple of eels, one weighing four pounds⁠—I am thus particular because the weight of a fish is commonly its only title to fame, and these are the only eels I have heard of here;⁠—also, I have a faint recollection of a little fish some five inches long, with silvery sides and a greenish back, somewhat dace-like in its character, which I mention here chiefly to link my facts to fable. Nevertheless, this pond is not very fertile in fish. Its pickerel, though not abundant, are its chief boast. I have seen at one time lying on the ice pickerel of at least three different kinds: a long and shallow one, steel-colored, most like those caught in the river; a bright golden kind, with greenish reflections and remarkably deep, which is the most common here; and another, golden-colored, and shaped like the last, but peppered on the sides with small dark brown or black spots, intermixed with a few faint bloodred ones, very much like a trout. The specific name reticulatus would not apply to this; it should be guttatus