THE WET-FLY ANGLER 



A SKETCH 

 " And this is happy April, fair maid of sun and 



showers, 



With her heart filled with music and both her 

 hands with flowers." 



P a narrow mountain 

 lane, early on a spring 

 morning, an angler is 

 easily sauntering. The 

 hedges droop with their 

 load of may, and the 

 banks below are rich 

 with cowslips, prim- 

 roses, and violets. There is a green, re- 

 freshing shade under the young foliage 

 of beech and sycamore, and in woodland 

 ways, where ferns are unfolding their 

 velvet fronds, wild hyacinths are cover- 

 ing the ground with a haze of blue. 

 Many of the home birds are too busy 

 providing for hungry families to indulge 

 in music now, but the morning air is 

 ringing with the voices of summer mi- 



