Dust jacket from Tenting To-Night, 
Tenting To-Night chronicles the backcountry trip made by Mary and Stanley Rinehart and their three sons through Glacier National Park and the Cascade Mountains of Washington State in July and August 1916. In the North Cascades, Mary describes an adventure cañon-fishing near the fork of Bridge Creek in the Stehekin River Valley and her encounter there with a wily trout.
"I have still in mind a deep pool where the water, rushing at tremendous speed over a rocky ledge, fell perhaps fifteen feet. I had fixed my eyes on that pool early in the day, but it seemed impossible to access. To reach it, it was necessary again to scale a part of the cliff, and, clinging to its face, to work one’s way round along a ledge perhaps three inches wide. When I had once made it, with the aid of friendly hands and a leather belt, by which I was lowered, I knew one thing---knew it inevitably. I was there for life. Nothing would ever take me back over that ledge.
However, I was there, and there was no use wasting time. For there were fish there. Now and then they jumped. But they did not take the fly. The water seethed and boiled, and I stood still and fished, because a slip on that spray-covered ledge and I was gone, to be washed down to Lake Chelan, and lie below sea-level in the Cascade Mountains. Which might be a glorious sort of tomb, but it did not appeal to me.
I tried different flies with no result. At last, with a weighted line and a fish’s eye, I got my first fish---the best of the day, and from that time on I forgot the danger.
Some day, armed with every enticement known to the fisherman, I am going back to that river. For there, under a log, lurks the wiliest trout I have ever encountered. In full view he stayed during the entire time of my sojourn. He came up to the fly, leaped over it, made faces at it. Then he would look up at me scornfully.
“Old tricks,” he seemed to say. “Old stuff---not good enough.” I dare say he is still there."
Rinehart, Mary Roberts, (1876-1958).
Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, [1917, 1918].
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Frontispiece portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart in My Story, 
Mary Roberts Rinehart was a celebrated American mystery writer and journalist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. With her two sons, she founded and was the director of the New York publishing house Farrar & Rinehart in 1929. Her books and papers are located in the Archives & Special Collections Department at the University of Pittsburgh.
Rinehart & family getting ready for the day's fishing at their camp near Bowman Lake at Glacier National Park, Montana, 1916
Papers of Mary Roberts Rinehart, 1831-1994.
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First page of the "The Gold-Button Fish," 1932
In the “The Gold-Button Fish,” Mary writes about her deep-sea contest with a large tarpon and its attack by an eighteen-foot great white shark that occurred during a vacation stay on Useppa Island, off the west coast of Florida in 1929. Mary was an avid angler and the officer of the Izaak Walton Club, which was founded on Useppa Island in 1908. The Useppa Island Izaak Walton Club is one of the earliest conservation groups established in the United States.
"Then the shark appeared. He only made things harder, at first; for whereas I had hitherto fought only a tarpon, I was now fighting a tarpon trying to escape from an eighteen-foot shark.
Things started all over again. My spine, which had held up so far, now began to spring; and as I had comparatively recently had another operation, the old question seemed imminent again as to what would give way first.
But I was fighting for my reputation. Two male members of my family were in the boat, and they had to be shown that mother could hold her fish; even a giant of a fish with a shark after it! And if I was tiring, so, at last, was the fish. The shark, however, seemed to be perfectly fresh. I began to pump again, and at last here was the fish beside the boat.
Sam leaned over with the release hook, and then it happened. Up came the shark, the tarpon made a final run of a dozen feet, and then the shark caught him. There was a brief struggle, the water was dyed with blood, and with a last and final effort I dragged in what was left.
That is tarpon fishing."
Rinehart, Mary Roberts, (1876-1958).
"The Gold-Button Fish."
In Good Housekeeping.
August 1932, pp. 38-41, 178-180.