THE ANGLER'S GREETING. 



BY 

 W. DAVID TOMLIN. 



Whither away, friend ! Your black slender rod-box 

 and the creel denote you are on fishing intent, but 

 where are you bound ? 



A momentary glance, a cordial good evening ; the 

 question then came — To whom am I indebted for this 

 greeting ? An exchange of cards resulted in a long 

 and cordial grasp of hands ; glad to meet you ! Is it 

 possible ? The magic pasteboard revealed two names 

 not unknown to each other through the columns of 

 their favorite angling journal, and this visitor had come 

 to the little country station in quest of some of the fish- 

 ing often spoken of in the said paper. 



The fates had led the correspondent to the railway 

 station to bid good-bye to a friend when the angler un- 

 limbered himself therefrom ; and was looking around 

 as strangers do. 



" Can you recommend a quiet inn near this point 

 where I can find decent treatment ? I am not inclined 

 to be fussy." 



A few minutes' walk and I introduced him to mine 

 host, who was a genuine piscator, and nothing pleased 



