Where Town and Country Meet 



keeping your absorbed disciple just in sight, 

 and now losing him for a space around a 

 bend in the stream. Now and then he holds 

 up to you, in eloquent silence, some eight 

 or ten inch prize, gleaming where the sun 

 sifts down between the young leaves. You 

 nod and smile, and thank God for the inno 

 cent mutual joys of life and nature. 



Presently, you are absorbed in the strug 

 gle with a crimson-spotted "pounder" your 

 self, and by the time you have tired him out 

 and landed him the boy is too far away to 

 share your triumph. Perhaps you do not 

 see him again until an ever-increasing ad 

 monition beneath the belt slackens his steps, 

 and you come upon him sitting on a stone 

 beside a cool brooklet that slips into your 

 trout stream; and his first audible question 

 is: "Father, isn't this a pretty good place 

 to eat our lunch?" 



Yes, a wonderfully good place! though 

 it is barely eleven o'clock yet. So down 

 you two sit, side by side on the flat rock, 

 with the drinking-cup between you, and 

 prove the inexpressible deliciousness of 

 home-made sandwiches, doughnuts, and 



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