American Gatne-Fishes 



between the sparsely wooded hills, are its 

 well-heads, where the darting fry heed 

 not the drinking cattle. Their joining 

 runnels make a brooklet, and when its sis- 

 ter joins it from the northward already 

 there is water worthy of fishing. Better 

 leave it. Here are small fish trying their 

 strength. If you startle a good one she is 

 here on an errand which shall increase 

 your sport by and by. We will leave the 

 road where it crosses the brook the second 

 time, and enter a wonderful shade of oak 

 and beech and maple. This brook would 

 give Meander a sense of rectitude. Amid 

 bowlders, beech-roots, and boles, mossy and 

 dappled, making little promontories cov- 

 ered with bracken, maidenhair, and shade- 

 loving plants, it winds about with a tiny 

 pool and rapid at every rod. There is no 

 room for a cast here, but there is fascinat- 

 ing fishing if you dape your fly, or let a 

 worm whirl in the eddies. Ah, that one 

 is not full eight inches ! Put him back, 

 and come down to an exquisite deep pool 

 which has eaten itself out of the high bank 

 from which the maple hangs. Go to the 

 bottom of the pool on the farther side, 

 where the bank is low, and you will have 

 a short cast up stream over a good fish. A 

 little below is a pond full of fish, but not 



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