The American angler . e the changes in the sky overhead,and the cloud shadows on the water be-low. His delicate ear detects the firstmutterings of the coming storm, in thesoughing of the wind, ere the fiercethunderbolt is hurled from the hand ofJove. During boyhood rambles in the woods, in search of nuts and wild fruits,he learned to call each tree and shrub by-name, and here recognizes them as theystand singly, or in groups, along thebanks or hillsides, their leaf ladenbranches gracefully bending over thewater, their images reflected in thewave. With botanically trained eye hescans the plants
The American angler . e the changes in the sky overhead,and the cloud shadows on the water be-low. His delicate ear detects the firstmutterings of the coming storm, in thesoughing of the wind, ere the fiercethunderbolt is hurled from the hand ofJove. During boyhood rambles in the woods, in search of nuts and wild fruits,he learned to call each tree and shrub by-name, and here recognizes them as theystand singly, or in groups, along thebanks or hillsides, their leaf ladenbranches gracefully bending over thewater, their images reflected in thewave. With botanically trained eye hescans the plants and wild flowers thatblossom in shady nooks or sunny spotswithin his range of vision, quickly de-tecting a new or rare species; and sniffseagerly for the delicious perfume waftedtowards him from the tops of bloomingcrab apple or wild plum trees. Themodest violet and open-eyed daisybloom not in vain for him. Along the old line lichen-covered rails are gray with sees the golden rod with kingly pride,. Above McLarneys Bridge, Looking Southwest from East Shore. The American Angler Its yellow crests display. From marshy ground,On slender stalks, the EupatoriumsSo proud uplift their white and purple from the stream, along the stony roses bloom with blushing modestyAnd shed their pink white petals on the ground. When a whistling boy he may havetried to imitate the simple notes of theblue bird, the robin, and the thrush,and early became familiar with theirnesting- places in the orchard and grove,and held them sacred as his own home,though he often climbed to get a peep atthe blue or spotted eggs, or the gapingfledglings. His holiday angling excur-sions often led him to the haunts of thewild fowl that frequent the ponds andstreams, where, in the quiet and safetyof seclusion, they plume their oilybreasts, or bring forth their downybroods from undiscovered nests. Heis, therefore, on friendly terms withthem all, especially the bold kingfisher,whic
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