THE LINN. 



VERY bright and pleasant are the pictures which, 

 cross the mental view of the Angler in his hours 

 of rest. The hard-worked lawyer, politician, or 

 merchant may throw himself back in his easy-chair 

 after dinner, and escape from the cares of his 

 business to wander in green fields and by flowing 

 streams. To him there appear pictures so vivid 

 that he smiles to himself as he thinks of the deep 

 impression made upon his mind by the beauty ho 

 saw in those bygone days of sport, and free, wild 

 wanderings. One picture may arise a hundred 

 times, but it is none the less vivid for that, and 

 none the less welcome. He can live over again 

 that gloomy, windy day by the mountain tarn, 

 set amid the rugged rocks, when the trout rose 

 so freely, and the weight of his creel was almost 

 more than he could bear on his homeward journey. 

 Again he rambles through the feathery meadow- 

 sweet and luxuriant grass, full of daisies and 

 buttercups, by the side of a southern trout stream, 

 and sends the May-fly to yon eddy where the big 

 trout lies. Once more he sees the salmon surging 

 up-stream at the end of seventy yards of line 



