TROUT : 



MEETING THEM OX THE " JUXE RISE." 



BY 



" NESSMUK." 



There is a spot where plumy pines 

 O'erhang the sylvan banks of Otter ; 



Where wood -ducks build among the vines 

 That bend above the crystal water. 



And there the blue-jay makes her nest, 



Tn thickest shade of water beeches ; 

 The fish-hawk, statuesque in rest, 



Keeps guard o'er glassy pools and reaches. 



'Tis there the deer come down to drink, 

 From laurel brakes and wooded ridges ; 



The trout, beneath the sedgy brink, 

 Are sharp on ship- wrecked flies and midges. 



Akd of the scores of mountain trout-streams that I 

 have fished, the Otter is associated with the most pleas- 

 ing memories. 



It is, or was, a model trout-stream ; a thing to dream 

 of. Having its rise within three miles of the yillage, 

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