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nearby woods — without a gun — or follow with 

 basket and rod the famous old trout-stream to 

 our farthest boundary. They find health and 

 pleasure in the quest as did Charles Dudley War- 

 ner, many years ago, when after half a day on 

 our stream, in reply to my question: 



"How many trout did you catch?" he answered, 

 "I saw the loveliest trout scenery in the world!" 



"But how many trout have you in your basket, 

 Mr. Warner?" 



"I made some of the prettiest casts you ever 



saw." 



For our trout are educated and coy to a de- 

 gree that frequently baffles my most wary 

 approach, but they are a joy to me when they 

 cast supercilious glances on the lures of my 

 magazine friends and those who edit sporting 

 columns telling how trout should be taken. Yet 

 there are those who can write of trout and catch 

 them, like that dean of dry-fly fishermen, Emlyn 

 Gill, or La Branche of the "Dry-Fly and Fast 

 Water" who knows all that the trout knows 

 about himself and then some. 



