The angler . housewife, afterfilling her home with uproarand ill-humor, come dimpling out of doors,swimming, and curtseying and smiling uponall the world. How smoothly would this vagrant brookglide, at such times, through some bosom ofgreen meadow land, among the mountains;where the quiet was only interrupted by theoccasional tinkling of a bell from the lazycattle among the clover, or the sound ofa wood-cutters axe from the neighboringforest! For my part, I was always a bungler at allkinds of sport that required either patienceor adroitness, and had not angled above halfan hour, before I had c
The angler . housewife, afterfilling her home with uproarand ill-humor, come dimpling out of doors,swimming, and curtseying and smiling uponall the world. How smoothly would this vagrant brookglide, at such times, through some bosom ofgreen meadow land, among the mountains;where the quiet was only interrupted by theoccasional tinkling of a bell from the lazycattle among the clover, or the sound ofa wood-cutters axe from the neighboringforest! For my part, I was always a bungler at allkinds of sport that required either patienceor adroitness, and had not angled above halfan hour, before I had completely satisfiedthe sentiment, and convinced myself of the4 truth of Izaak Waltons opinion, that anglingis something like poetry — a man must beborn to it. I hooked myself instead of thefish; tangled my line in every tree; lost mybait; broke my rod; until I gave up theattempt in despair, and passed the day underthe trees, reading old Izaak; satisfied that itwas his fascinating vein of honest simplicityan
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