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me, the gentleman I told you about last summer, who 

 knows the name of every plant that grows in the woods, 

 as well as the name of every fish that swims in the 

 water. The old camp, with a few repairs, will answer, 



as Mr. is an old woodsman and angler of the first 



order, and requires no more than the few simples that 

 you usually take to camp. He, like myself, goes into 

 the woods to fish and fill his lungs with the pure moun- 

 tain air that you live in." 



When Dick reads the letter he smiles, for it contains 

 nothing unknown to him before. It is his own idea to 

 carry a boat to the pond on the snow, for there is no 

 road, path or trail, but he only says to himself : 



"He's got it just as bad this spring as ever. The 

 medicine will be ready for him." 



The angler does all this and more ; mind, I say the 

 angler, for the other fellow that goes a-fishing because 

 it is the thing to do, or because he has heard some one 

 dilate upon the pleasure to be found in practising the 

 art, will do nothing of the sort. It is too much trouble, 

 or, more likely, these things never occur to him. 



Now the man of severe aspect who, if he smiles, 

 looks as though he wore a petrified smile that he had 

 bought at a bargain, and whose sole ambition and 

 pleasure is to make money, live as long as he can in doing 

 so, and die as rich as possible ; this man, if he could 

 know, and comprehend, what is passing through the 

 angler's mind at this season, would say such vagabonds 

 are the cumberers of the earth ; but he could not 



