BROOK TROUT 



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well backed by the forest shadows that painters love. Usu- 

 ally the music of rushing water pervades the haunt of the 

 Brook Trout; and the only cloud upon it all is that, ever and 

 Man, the supposedly high-minded, savagely bends 



anon, 



THE EASTERN BROOK TROUT. 



every energy to kill an unduly great number of these beau- 

 tiful creatures, and fills a sordid creel entirely too full. 



Most unluckily for the Trout, it is its habit to be ever on 

 the alert for insects on the surface of its pool, and "rise to a 

 fly." To the high-class sportsman who scorns the humble 

 angle-worm, the accurate throwing of a small fly for a very 

 long distance, solely by the exercise of great skill and judg- 

 ment, is the crowning attraction in seeking the Brook Trout 



