
Pond at Littleville, Above Dam, Looking South. 
an old log or sheltering stone some- 
where in the dilapidated structure. Be- 
ing armed with only rod and line, 
engaged in the quiet and peaceful avo- 
cation of angling, he has no thoughts of 
the destruction of these wildwood crea- 
tures as game. He loves to share with 
them their wildwood life for the day, 
and feel at night that he has been with 
delightful company, from whom he has 
learned a little science but a great deal 
of Nature. What can be more delight- 
ful than to cast one’s self into the be- 
witching arms of Nature, and listen to 
the bird talks, the stream songs, the 
leaf murmurs, and study the poetic 
language of the perfume laden flowers 
on the banks of the graceful winding 
Outlet? To the mind opened by the 
deft fingers of Nature, the stream, the 
woods, the birds, and the flowers, are 
the pages of a great book most delight- 
ful to peruse. Eloquence, music, poetry 
and painting can be better appreciated 
when the windows of the soul have been 
opened by the jeweled fingers of the 
Sylvan Goddess. 
From a physical point of view it 
seems to me that these Outlet angling 
days are to one’s life time what lumps 
of sugar are to one’s morning cup of 
comec; they make it sweeter. Phe 
play days of one’s life is time spent in 
oiling the machinery of the body to re- 
lieve the necessary and unavoidable 
friction of contact with the world. They 
are days when our bodies take new 
lease of life, with the rent paid in ad- 
vance. These joy-laden Outlet days, 
when one drinks deeply of the invigor- 
ating forces of Nature, will lengthen 
out the life span beyond the fabled 
three score years and ten. Such recrea- 
tion relieves the mental strain attending 
