. American angler's guide : or, complete fisher's manual, for the United States: containing the opinions and practices of experienced anglers of both hemispheres ; with the addition of a second Fishing. 94 THE TROUT. 6ilent sepulchre, for upon that silty, gravelly, shelf of sand I resolve to laud him. or lose all I have. And now I fancy him weary of life, as aged people that are weary of infirmities, yet I want courage to encounter him, lest fearing to lose him, which if I do I impair my reputation. However, here is nobody but trees to reprove me, except these rocks, and they tell no ta
. American angler's guide : or, complete fisher's manual, for the United States: containing the opinions and practices of experienced anglers of both hemispheres ; with the addition of a second Fishing. 94 THE TROUT. 6ilent sepulchre, for upon that silty, gravelly, shelf of sand I resolve to laud him. or lose all I have. And now I fancy him weary of life, as aged people that are weary of infirmities, yet I want courage to encounter him, lest fearing to lose him, which if I do I impair my reputation. However, here is nobody but trees to reprove me, except these rocks, and they tell no tales. Well, then, as he wants no agility to evade me, I'll endeavor with activity to approach him, so that the difference between us will be only this, that he covets acquaintance with but one element, and I would compel him to examine another. Now he runs to divert me or himself, but I must invite him nearer home, for I fancy none such distance. " Though his fins fag, and his tail wriggles, his strength declines, his gills look languid, and his mettle declineth—all of which interpret tokens of submission—still, the best news I bring him is summons of death. Yet, let not my rashness pre-engage me to the loss of my game, for, to neglect my ru- diments is to ruin my design, which in plain terms, is the ruin of this resolute fish, who, seemingly, now measures and mingles his proportion with more than one element, and, doomed to a trance, he prostrates himself on the surface of the calms, dead to my apprehension, save only I want credit to believe him dead, when, calling to mind my former pre- cipitancy, that invited me to a loss, and so this adventure may prove, if I look not well about me, to land and strand him on that shelf of eand, where I resolve with my rod to survey his dimensions Welcome on shore, my languishing combatant, if only to entertain my friend ; The following beautiful lines from the poet and fisherman Gay, " run " directly from th
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