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. Rod and gun. g of silver wings inthe sunlight and the gulls are back. Wildducks fly fearlessly across the bays andthrough skies that were never stainedwith village smoke. This is the opening season for troutfishing in which sportsmen of the Islandrevel. The many streams abound withthese beauties and the angler never re-turns home empty-handed, while ourhearts are made glad by the featheredsongsters that pipe from every bush, forthis majestic island is bird haunted, birdbeloved. The robins come in legions andunrivalled are the magic flutes they sand piper calls to his timid mateas th
. Rod and gun. g of silver wings inthe sunlight and the gulls are back. Wildducks fly fearlessly across the bays andthrough skies that were never stainedwith village smoke. This is the opening season for troutfishing in which sportsmen of the Islandrevel. The many streams abound withthese beauties and the angler never re-turns home empty-handed, while ourhearts are made glad by the featheredsongsters that pipe from every bush, forthis majestic island is bird haunted, birdbeloved. The robins come in legions andunrivalled are the magic flutes they sand piper calls to his timid mateas they tilt and balance on the Canadian grey-birds return fromsome far country, golden songs theybring in their tiny throats and many ofthese rest their mile-weary wings on thispiece of Gods good earth to gain strength for the flight still further norththat some unknown force compels themto take. The summer goes with its sunrisesand sunsets of golden colors. The reedsthat Pan miiht have cut to fashion his. A. £. Graham, An Expert Angler. 1332 ROD AND GUN IN CANADA ancient pipes grow tall and of a deepergreen. The many tinted leaves appearand Manitoulin presents an appearanceof Autumn in all its loneness. The swallows resting on the telephonewires like living beads are one day miss-ing. They were waiting only for thewings of the young birds to grow strongenough to carry them upon their longjourney to the south. The mail boats Winona and Bon Amistill ply between the Island and northshore, but the motor boats have ceasedthrobbing and once in a while the softdip of a paddle is heard and an Indianin his canoe glides past and away intothe shadows. A lonely owl haunts Vhc marshes andthere is fear in the hearts of those littlewild folk, the field mice. The leaves of the Balm of Gilead carpetthe sand with n rurr of Persian colors andacross the nest, where, in July lived thegold-iindh, a spider has spun his web. Morning and evening a white mistrolls in from the lake and no longer
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