. Book of the Royal blue . bassretire into deep and still water, hiding underrocks, logs, etc., remaining there until afterthe first of April or the first warm days ofspring put in an appearance, and his bestseason is from July until October, Dr. Henshall (|uoies in his book: Theblack bass is eminently an American fish andis said to be representative in his charac-teristics. He has the faculty of assertinghimself and making himself completely at home wherever placed. He is game andunyielding to the last when hooked, liehas the undaunted rush and vigor of thetrout: the untiring strength and lio
. Book of the Royal blue . bassretire into deep and still water, hiding underrocks, logs, etc., remaining there until afterthe first of April or the first warm days ofspring put in an appearance, and his bestseason is from July until October, Dr. Henshall (|uoies in his book: Theblack bass is eminently an American fish andis said to be representative in his charac-teristics. He has the faculty of assertinghimself and making himself completely at home wherever placed. He is game andunyielding to the last when hooked, liehas the undaunted rush and vigor of thetrout: the untiring strength and liold leapof the salmon, whilst he has a system offighting tactics peculiarly his own. Hewill rise to antagonize flies as readily assalmon or trout and will take the liveminnow or other live bait under any andall circumstances favorable to the takingof any other fish. I consider him inch forinch and pound for pound the gamest fishthat swims. The royal salmon and lordlytrout must yield the palm to a black bass ofequal ON THE B, & O. S. A. WALLEN, IN THE PHCENIX,SWARTHMORE COLLEGE. WITH measured breath our engine speeds,The daylight off, as flies our steel-gray Dawn mountains rise against the skies,Flame-tipped with morning, beacon-wise. The valleys, yet untouched by morn. Are gray with mountain lifts a ruby horn Or power of Dawn pursues the wanPale hosts of Night from peak to lawn. As dear as Love, as bright as Youth, The morning dawn of Life such joy, in sooth, Our way flaming heart we then for battlefield or mart. With labored breath our engine speeds; The night dawns downOer level plain and swamp of reeds And rain-drenched sunbeams throw a parting blushes to be conquered so. Must we return so at Lifes end Across the fiercely thro the dark descend The bitter rains?Yet, Heart of Mine, where thine eyes shineWill be no lack of light divine. ^«^
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