54 Fly-rods and Fly-tackle. 



American angling fraternity. We generally see things 

 through onr own eyes, even though we do wear specta- 

 cles. 



Cast follows cast a rise a strike and back comes 

 the line once more, but no leader follows it. 



When feeling is too deep for utterance, one is general- 

 ly silent. The line is reeled in and examined. The knot 

 was certainly all right ; the fault could not be in the 

 leader. The line alone remains ; and though it is folly 

 to try it since it is perfectly new, still to silence John 

 once for all, let us test it. Throughout its whole length 

 of forty yards, not a place could be found that could not 

 be broken between the thumbs and fingers. Though 

 the sky was cloudless, the sun shone no more for me 

 that day. The wise profit by the misfortunes of their 

 fellows. 



