WHEN WATERS ARE LOW 



" Then we'll talk of our triumphs, and boast of our 



slaughter, 

 How we hooked him, and played him, and 



killed him so fine, 



And the battle so gloriously finished in water, 

 Again and again we'll drink over in wine ! " 



HAT dingy - looking 

 figure with a pale face, 

 who sits on his three- 

 legged stool reading the 

 news from the scrap of 

 paper that contained 

 his sandwiches or his 

 "paste," and who ever 

 and anon casts an expectant, almost 

 hungry glance at the gaily coloured float 

 as it bobs on the ripples of an artificial 

 lake, is a fisherman keenly interested in 

 his sport. But he shivers when the 

 wintry wind sweeps with an aggressive 

 freedom over the gray water, and the 

 passers-by involuntarily turn their coat 

 collars up and shiver too, as they throw 



