. Rod and gun . ling for halfan hour, Lord Northcliffe hooked a lusty dogfish, aspecies he had never seen before, and which hethought was a young shark. Not long afterwards hehooked the salmon, which gave him a strenuous few-minutes. First it ran directly for the boat, but dash-ing off at a tangent caused the line to spin out in the air as it reached the end of the tackleit showed a gleam of its beautiful side. Backward>and forwards it plunged until coming alongside, hisLordship caught him neatly on the gafif and took himinto the boat. Naturally Lord Northcliffe was pleased
. Rod and gun . ling for halfan hour, Lord Northcliffe hooked a lusty dogfish, aspecies he had never seen before, and which hethought was a young shark. Not long afterwards hehooked the salmon, which gave him a strenuous few-minutes. First it ran directly for the boat, but dash-ing off at a tangent caused the line to spin out in the air as it reached the end of the tackleit showed a gleam of its beautiful side. Backward>and forwards it plunged until coming alongside, hisLordship caught him neatly on the gafif and took himinto the boat. Naturally Lord Northcliffe was pleased with hisfish and particularly after he had been led not tuexpect such a result. He clapped his hands enthusi-astically and declared that his capture was well worthcrossing the continent to secure. He decided to havethe salmon stufifed and place it alongside his firstIndian, first Scotch and first Restigouche salmon inhis pleasant home in the Garden of England—tht- county Ot Kent. Lord Northcllffo and His 1 -uliffli HH ^ i Bj^HB ^^ H ^^^H ^^^H^^l ^^^FV^ v.^ 1 H Tj ^^^^EH^^^HI H ^. £m 1 r . M>^^ S|| IIP ^^^j^^hb 1 m -jRfi^t^S? _^ .:-- ? •**? 1 ^^B c!^^3^^^^>^^ J 1 ?IL HSk «BBIB^.; 1 Here where uer garden used to be. The Path by the River BY STOKELY S. FISHER, , The hunting note of the owl on the hill;Far-piercing plaint of the whippoorwill;Faint tinkle of ripples wooing the rocks;A murmur of song so low it mocksThe sense; the tremulous aspens lisp;Thin quaver of crickets chirping troubled moon a-throb in the streamWith long, slow pulses of fire agleam ;And where lilies sleep, encircled by linksOf silver, a single white star cozy and calm in the forests edgeThe cottage dozes upon the ledge,A toy house poised on a Titans knee;And there, where her garden used to be,Among rank weeds of the wildwood roamHome-loving flowers without a home. A little farm from the world aloof,No shriek of car nor clatter of hoofDisturbs the calm of the d
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