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when by tlie merest accident you toucli it, and the 

 ride occupies an hour or more, you may, before the 

 South Pier is reached, almost forget that you are 

 married. 



If this fortune befalls you at the station, you will 

 probably fail to notice the beauty of Kingston vil- 

 lage and Peace Dale as you pass through them, and 

 will find the subsequent lonely ride from South Pier 

 to Point Judith dull and dreary. Some two miles 

 from the Pier is a house kept by John Anthony, the 

 son of Peleg, where sportsmen most do congregate, 

 and where all their reasonable wants, except the 

 wherewithal to quench their thirst, can be supplied, 

 and which is situated within a few steps of the best 

 fishing stations. John Anthony is a Yankee born 

 and bred, honest, faithful, willing, and acquainted 

 with all the habits, devices, and iniquities of bass 

 and blue fish. He will tell you that in May, when 

 the grass plover have their long note, and are heard 

 far up in the air travelling northward, bass are to be 

 caught with the eel-skin ; that in June, when high 

 blackberries are in bloom, they begin to take lobster 

 bait ; but from July 1st, and all through the fall, they 

 take menhaden, otherwise called bony fish or moss- 

 bunker, the bait that the true and skilful sportsman 

 loves to cast. 



In July and August, the largest fish, occasionally 

 bass of fifty and even sixty pounds, rejoice the heart 

 of the angler by surrendering to his skill, while in 

 the Fall, although more numerous, they are smaller. 

 In both these particulars, the fishing at Point Judith 



