An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . tful to hear the ring of the true metal. May it chant the vespers for us,when finally, at eventide, we reach the still waters! Now, you know how it is yourself—be a man never so old, he still can plod,and still can fish. Whatever other functions fail, this remains. An angler mayoutlive all his usefulness, but he can never outlive his longing for the old haunts,and the enjoyment of fishing, so long as he can sit in a boat and feel the nibbles,albeit his joints are too stiff to play the struggl
An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . tful to hear the ring of the true metal. May it chant the vespers for us,when finally, at eventide, we reach the still waters! Now, you know how it is yourself—be a man never so old, he still can plod,and still can fish. Whatever other functions fail, this remains. An angler mayoutlive all his usefulness, but he can never outlive his longing for the old haunts,and the enjoyment of fishing, so long as he can sit in a boat and feel the nibbles,albeit his joints are too stiff to play the struggling captive home. And this is whyI am constrained to write unto you, pard; and, when I see the familiar name ofsome member of the ancient brotherhood shine forth betimes in the columns of5^our journal, to say to them: Come, let us commune together. You remember,once upon a time, long ago, when we were first acquent, how the old guard usedto gather at the rendezvous, and what a mighty corps of new recruits there was,and how they seemed entirely of one faith and one consanguinity, and how all (94). WILLIAM C. HARRIS, EDITOR AMERICAN ANGLER. THE NEW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY AS O^, L^OX INO COME. LET US COMMLXI-: 95 listeners were entranced when another spoke? and how we fondly hoped thefamily circle would remain unbroTccn for all time? It was a glorious constellationof contributors, each of whom brought individual richness to the ingathering ofthe common stock. Well, a catastrophe befell, and the hive scattered, never toswarm again on the old camp ground. Some, as I have said, have passed fromlife, others perhaps are dead to new associations; yet I am indulging the earnesthope that those whose names and faces were once familiar may be induced togather once again around a common altar, inasmuch as the Angler has openedthe way by which all may enter. It was a christian thought which prompted youto set up the Penates again that all may re-unite to kindle the sacred flame. Oneb
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