Forest leaves . e A shelter for the song-birds nest; A place where travellers might rest,And children play beneath its plant a tree is deed sublime ;:;: Though dynasties and kingdoms fall, The weeds grow in the palace hall,It lives—a blessing for all time. *We have just planted thirteen hundred trees at Sanatorium Gabriels. Honesty! why thets jes simply doin th5 squar thing evry -inglettime, whether th other feller sees you or not. —George Crouse. 34 FOREST LEAVES. An Adirondack Trouting. By Harry V. Radford. JUNE morning in the Adirondack^; a gurgling, splashing moun-tain rivulet in
Forest leaves . e A shelter for the song-birds nest; A place where travellers might rest,And children play beneath its plant a tree is deed sublime ;:;: Though dynasties and kingdoms fall, The weeds grow in the palace hall,It lives—a blessing for all time. *We have just planted thirteen hundred trees at Sanatorium Gabriels. Honesty! why thets jes simply doin th5 squar thing evry -inglettime, whether th other feller sees you or not. —George Crouse. 34 FOREST LEAVES. An Adirondack Trouting. By Harry V. Radford. JUNE morning in the Adirondack^; a gurgling, splashing moun-tain rivulet in the cool shade of the deep green forest; my favoredlittle split-bamboo, with its appendages of brilliant fly-hook andoiled-silk line and shining, clicking reel; a willow trout-creel hanging atmy side; a small collation in my pocket—and I am happy. I have three trout already, though I did but first cast my fly a dozen-minutes ago. They are not very large, but they are very beautiful inshape and coloring. ra. There is a splendid pool just below—I shall try it. There! I have-cast the gaudy, feather-tipped hook with my best skill—and I have a hardstrike. This is a large fish, and we battle together for twenty , I am the master. The trout, exhausted by its many struggles,,allows itself to be drawn slowly up to and through the hoop of my landing-net—and it is my prize. This trout will weigh fully three pounds, and Iam delighted with my success. Five rods farther I get another splendid rise : but my hook has beenover-taxed—it fails me, and the trout is lost. But I catch two in the nextswift water, and another just beyond. One is a little fellow, five or sixinches in length, and 1 cast him back into his native element, and amamused to see him flounder for a moment, and then swim swiftly away forhis life. FOREST LEAVES. 85 Slowly I move down the river for an hour or two. casting my tempt-ing hook into every likely eddy, and alongside of many moss-covered log
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