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the woods, Phil, and spend the rest of our time as far 

 from thorns and brambles as we can, or what will you 

 be like in a few days more? But where are the ftsh.' 

 For answer I turned them out on a mossy piece 

 of turf and put them ship-shape, and, looking at them, 

 I wondered if Nature with all her wondrous bounty 

 offered anything for the food of man more daintily 

 captivating to the sight than these little pictures of 

 strength and beauty. I thought not, and never tired 

 of wandering up and up in search of them. I was 

 sometimes in midstream, at others on the bank, but 

 always casting up from behind some hiding-place. 



