" Reader, did you ever throw the fly to tempt the silvery deni- 

 zen of the lake, or river, to his destruction ? Have you watched 

 him, as it skimmed like a living insect along- the surface, dart 

 from his hiding-place, and rush upon the tempting but deceitful 

 morsel ; and have you noticed his astonishment when he found 

 the hook was in his jaw ? Have you watched him as he bent your 

 slender rod 'like a reed shaken by the wind,' in his efforts to free 

 himself, and then have you reeled him to your hand and de- 

 posited him in your basket, as the spoil of your good right arm ? 

 If you have not, leave the dull, monotonous, every-day things 

 around you, and flee to the Chazy Lake." — S. H, Hammond. 



"I now come to not only the most sportsman-like, but the most 

 delightful method of trout-fishing. One not only endeared by a 

 thousand delightful memories, but by the devotion of many of our 

 wisest and best men for ages past ; and, next to my thanks for 

 existence, health, and daily bread, I thank God for the good gift 

 of fly-fishing. If the fishes are to be killed for our use, there is 

 no way in which they are put to so little pain as in fly-fishing. 

 The fish rises, takes your fly as though it were his ordinary 

 food ; the hook fixes in the hard gristly jaw, where there is little 

 or no sensation. After a few struggles he is hauled on shore, and 

 a tap on the head terminates his life ; and so slight is the pain or 

 alarm that he feels from the hook, that I have over and over 

 caught a trout, with the fly still in his mouth which he has broken 

 off in his struggles an hour or even half an hour previously. I 

 have seen fish that have thus broken off swim "away with my fly 

 in their mouths and begin to rise at the natural fly again almost 

 directly."— Francis Francis. 



