■H-Z TROUT FISHING. 



moauing in the deep monotony of its calm^ or thundering in 

 the hoarse fury of its storm, against its pebbly barrier. 



"Now we are in the land of Trout streams, baymen, and 

 wild fowl. 



" The rippling dash of falling waters catches our ear, at every 

 half-mile as we roll along, and every liere and there, the raised 

 bank on our left hand with its line of stunted willows bent 

 landward by the strong sea-breeze, the sluice-gate, and the little 

 bridge, with the clear stream rushing seaward under it, tell us 

 that we are passing a Trout pond. 



" On the right hand, the salt meadows stretch away, a wide, 

 waste, desolate expanse, to the bays, which glitter afar off under 

 the declining sun, whence you hear at times the bellowing roar 

 of a heavy gun, telling of decimated flocks of brant and 

 broadbill. 



" Now we pass by a larger pond than any we have yet seen, 

 with a mill at its outlet, and in a mile farther, pull up at the 

 door of Jem Smith's tavern. 



" And there we will halt to-night, although it be a better 

 station for foAvling than fishing, for we are sure of neat 

 though homely accommodation, and of a kindly welcome ; 

 and here it is that the first essay is to be made of Long 

 Island waters. 



" On this stream there are two ponds, both of which were 

 formerly private property, and closed against all persons except 

 those who were furnished with a permit; they are now open to 

 all persons indiscriminately, and I believe without restriction as 

 to the number that may be taken by each individual, or by a 

 party. The consequence of this is, that these ponds have 



