Where Town and Country Meet 



not to the uninitiated for sympathy, but 

 every genuine angler will understand. 



Now, then, let us see what a day in ang 

 ling time is worth. You wake up very early 

 in the morning to the concert of birds, and 

 a sweet thrill like that of boyhood's time 

 runs through you at the thought of the day's 

 enterprise. You are out of bed at a leap, 

 and presently slip into that old suit, so com-, 

 fortable in every wonted fold, so redolent 

 with pleasant memories. The boy hears, 

 you the blessed boy, renewer of your 

 youth and soon he, too, is out of dream 

 land and out of bed, staggering a little, and 

 with fists dug into his blinking eyes, but 

 bravely dragging out his old clothes and 

 hunting for his thick waterproof shoes. 



Then, while the smiling helpmate pre 

 pares an early breakfast, you and the boy 

 go out to dig worms, and come back with 

 overflowing bait-boxes and such appetites 

 as neither of you has displayed for weeks. 

 Breakfast is a feast, sweetened by expecta 

 tion; and when it is finished you get your 

 gear together, whistling, while mother puts 

 up a generous lunch. Then off you start, 

 to be gone the whole day ; and as you trudge 

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