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SALMON AND TROUT POACHING. 



Flashes the blood-red gleam 



Over the midnight slaughter ; 

 Wild shadows haunt the stream ; 



Dark forms glance o'er the water. 

 It is the leisterers' cry ! 



A salmon, ho ! oho ! 

 In scales of light, the creature bright 



Is glimmering below. 



T^^^S 



OST country poachers begin by loving 

 Nature and end by hating the Game 

 Laws. Whilst many a man is 

 willing to recognize " property " in hares and 



