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pleasantly enough, if I addressed him ; other- 
wise he attended strictly to business. Every 
day he was there, morning and afternoon. 
He, I think, had better fortune than any of 
the others. Once I saw him land a large 
and handsome “speckled trout,” to the un- 
mistakable envy of his brother anglers. Still 
a third was a younger man, with a broad- 
brimmed straw hat and a taciturn habit; 
no less persevering than Number Two, per- 
haps, but far less successful. I marveled a 
little at their enthusiasm (there were many 
beside these), and they, in their turn, did 
not altogether conceal their amusement at 
the foibles of a man, still out of Bedlam, who 
walked and walked and walked, always with 
a field-glass protruding from his side pocket, 
which now and then he pulled out suddenly 
and leveled at nothing. It is one of the 
merciful ameliorations of this present evil 
world that men are thus mutually entertain- 
ing. 
These anglers were to be congratulated. 
Ordered South by their physicians, — as most 
of them undoubtedly were, —compelled to 
spend the winter away from friends and busi- 
ness, amid all the discomforts of Southern 
