Angling sketches . seldom gi\e us their confessions. Yet e\en theyare kept ali\e, like the incompetent angler, bj thisundying hope: the)- will be more careful, moreskilful, more luck\ next time. The gleaminguntravelled future, the bright untried waters, allureus from da) to da)-, from pool to pool, till, like theveteran on Coquet side, we tr)- a farewell throw,or, like Stoddart, look our last on T«eed. SKETCHES A BORDER BOYHOOD FISHER, saysour fatherIzaak,is like apoet: hemustbe born majorityof dwellers onthe Border are born tobe fishers, thanks tothe endless number ofrivers an
Angling sketches . seldom gi\e us their confessions. Yet e\en theyare kept ali\e, like the incompetent angler, bj thisundying hope: the)- will be more careful, moreskilful, more luck\ next time. The gleaminguntravelled future, the bright untried waters, allureus from da) to da)-, from pool to pool, till, like theveteran on Coquet side, we tr)- a farewell throw,or, like Stoddart, look our last on T«eed. SKETCHES A BORDER BOYHOOD FISHER, saysour fatherIzaak,is like apoet: hemustbe born majorityof dwellers onthe Border are born tobe fishers, thanks tothe endless number ofrivers and burns in theregion between the Tweed and the Coquet—arealm where almost all trout-fishing is open, andwhere, since population and lo\e of the sport haveincreased, there is now but little water that meritsthe trouble of putting up a ^r- A BORDER BOYHOOD ii Like the rest of us in that country, I was bornan angler, though under an evil star, for, indeed,my labours have not been blessed, and are devotedto fishing rather than to the catching of fish. Re-membrance can scarcely recover, nor time bringback to time, the days when I was not busy at thewaterside ; yet the feat is not quite beyond thepower of Mnemosyne. My first recollection of thesport must date from about the age of four. Irecall, in a dim brightness, driving along a roadthat ran between banks of bracken and mica-veined rocks, and the sunlight on a shining bendof a highland stream, and my father, standing inthe shallow water, showing me a huge yellow fish,that gave its last iling or two on the grassy fish seemed as terrible and dangerous to meas to Tobit, in the Apocrypha, did that ferocioushalf-pounder which he carries on a string in theearly Italian pictures. How oddly Botticelli andhis brethren misconceived the man-devouring fish,which must ha
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