. Alabama bird day book . mberabout thirty, but it is recorded that elsewhere there are aboutnine hundred and seventy more, representing in all about onehundred genera. Of our series, all save four are confined to theeastern half of the United States. 80 Bird Day Book TROUTING. ♦#♦ FISHING and hunting in a rude state of society were notamusements, but necessary employments, as indeed commercialfishing is now. The literature of fishing is a curious exhibition ofthe toil and pains men endure to get a little enjoyment. We present the following idyl on the fascinating sport oftrouting : I go a fis
. Alabama bird day book . mberabout thirty, but it is recorded that elsewhere there are aboutnine hundred and seventy more, representing in all about onehundred genera. Of our series, all save four are confined to theeastern half of the United States. 80 Bird Day Book TROUTING. ♦#♦ FISHING and hunting in a rude state of society were notamusements, but necessary employments, as indeed commercialfishing is now. The literature of fishing is a curious exhibition ofthe toil and pains men endure to get a little enjoyment. We present the following idyl on the fascinating sport oftrouting : I go a fishing.—John xxi, line, In camp A hook, To lie, A rod, With trout A brook, To fry ; A man absorbed in fishing; Farewell to cares and sadness! A cast, No care, A bite, No strife, A trout? In such Youre right; A life, For this I have been wishing. With health and rest and gladness! Then comeWith me,AwayWell fleeAnd spend a month together. By streamAnd lakeSly troutWell takeAnd sleep in stormy weather. —Pis cat Fish and Wild Flowers. Alabama, 1913. 81 THEN AND NOW. WHEN the dewdrops bright in the dawning gleam,And the dimpling waters in beauty shine,As the breathing of morn with odors teem, With my rod and reel and its silen line,And a feathered hook of a quaint design, Tiptoe on the bank, in the dewy grass,At the foot of a giant Norway pine,I cast the fly for gamy bass. When smooth as a mirror are lake and stream, And the shady pools hold the quiet kine,And pond lilies float in a noontide dream, With my rod and reel and its silken lineI hie to the sylvan shades, and dine Beneath the groined arches that far surpassThe Gothic of man; then in dreams divine I cast the fly for gamy bass. When the setting sun, with its crimson beam, Transmutes the waters to ruby wine,I return again, in delight supreme, With my rod and reel and its silken line;And there, in the hour of days decline, As the exquisite moments swiftly pass,With a joy that language cannot define, I cast the f
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