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has mentally resolved to beeomc an angler, and who has 

 followed me throngh the pages of this book — I do so with 

 regret; for it has been to me a labor of love to describe, 

 in my way, the methods and the delights of angling. It 

 has revived the memory of many happy hours, spread over 

 many years of checkered sunshine and shadow. The 

 bright pages in the book of memory stand out like the 

 flashing stream in the bright sunlight, while the sorrows 

 are hid in the deep shadows of its thickly-wooded glens. 

 "With thee conversing I forget all time." I live, 

 again, in scenes forever past, but never to be forgotten; 

 with rod and reel, again I wander along the upland streams, 

 among the cedars and chinkapins, and on the tide-waters 

 and salt-marshes of " My Maryland;" on Long Island's 

 sea-girt shore ; on the broad bosom of the St. Lawrence, 

 with its clusters of emerald isles, and on the charming 

 lakes of the Empire State; among the low green hills of 

 "the valley," the broom-sedge of the " Piedmont" section, 

 and on the broad bays of the "Old Dominion;" in the 

 coves and bights of the stormy Huron, the treacherous 

 Michigan, and the great inland sea, Superior, with its 

 crystal waters and great hills, crowned by the scarlet 

 banners of the mountain ash ; by the pine-clad rivers of 

 the " Old North State; " along the rocky streams of Ken- 

 tucky and Tennessee, flecked with the roseate tassels and 

 snowy disks of the redbud and dogwood ; among the 

 moss-covered rocks of the highland rapids, and under the 

 fragrant magnolia and feathery cypress of the silent estu- 

 aries of the "Palmetto State" and Georgia; on the clear, 

 sparkling lakelets of Wisconsin, glinting and dancing 

 amid fields of golden grain and broad green pastures, or 

 hiding in sheltered nooks, among the tamaracks and l)lack 



