. Pleasures of angling with rod and reel for trout and salmon . all thought-ful men of all the ages. It is the recollection of these social re-unions,participated in by men of kindred tastes and sym-pathies, who have sought these far-off solitudes tobe happy in their own simple way, quite as muchas the strike and struggle of the gamey salmon,which makes the memory of these seasons of re-creation and repose a joy forever. Those whodo not find it so have not yet imbibed the spiritof the Fathers, nor attained unto the highest possi-bilities of the gentle art. CHAPTEE XVI. A. PLEASANT MOBNING THE
. Pleasures of angling with rod and reel for trout and salmon . all thought-ful men of all the ages. It is the recollection of these social re-unions,participated in by men of kindred tastes and sym-pathies, who have sought these far-off solitudes tobe happy in their own simple way, quite as muchas the strike and struggle of the gamey salmon,which makes the memory of these seasons of re-creation and repose a joy forever. Those whodo not find it so have not yet imbibed the spiritof the Fathers, nor attained unto the highest possi-bilities of the gentle art. CHAPTEE XVI. A. PLEASANT MOBNING THE JUDGES FIEST SALMON. Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth, And tolls its perfume on the passing air,Makes Sabbath in the field, and ever ringethA call to prayer. — \Horace Smith. Give me mine angle. Well to the river; there, My music playing afar off, I will betray Tawny finnd fishes ; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws ; and as I draw them up, Ill think them every one an Antony, And say, Ah, ha ! youre caught. — \ *lf§UE cloudless and serene. first morning in camp wasThe « cel-lar mountain air was pure andbracing. The gentle westernbreeze came down from the hillsfreighted with the perfume of amillion flowers and the melodyof a thousand songsters, callingup the beautiful apostrophe ofthe psalmist: Praise waitethfor Thee, O God, in Zion; I will lift up mine eyesunto the hills from whence cometh my help ; myhelp cometh from the Lord, which made heavenand earth. The leaves, besprinkled with the PLEASUKES OF ANGLING. 117 dew of the morning, sparkled like diamonds inthe sunlight, while the river murmured out itsperpetual anthem as it moved along its cleft path-way to the sea. Here and there, on the high-upsummits of the hills which encircled the beautifulvalley in which we had pitched our tents, the morn-ing mist, transparent as a bridal veil, hung in mid-air like a benediction, while every forest tree andflowering shrub swayed to and f
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