24 FLY-FISHING IN MAINE LAKES. 



become fully aroused, shake off the bedclothes, and 

 put your head out of the window, and get a sight 

 of the far-off hills, and one good wholesome coun- 

 try smell, all animosity is fled : you forgive both 

 fowl and beast for early rising ; and you sit there 

 in the cool of the morning, or I often have, drink- 

 ing in the glories of the budding morn. Oh ! isn't 

 it delicious ? One doesn't need to pour exhilara- 

 tion down his throat to give him an appetite for 

 breakfast : it is drank in through the other senses, 

 and sends a thrill of pleasure over the whole body. 

 And when we all sit around John's neatly-spread 

 table, and taste the fresh eggs and the dainty 

 trout, we begin to feel already a newer life and a 

 most voracious appetite. 



"It does me good to see you take hold," said 

 John, as he bustled about the table, his gray hair 

 and long beard glistening in the morning sun. 

 " But, bless your souls ! this is nothing to what you 

 will be able to do when you get back. And now 

 hurry up, and get ready for a start : the buckboard 

 will be at the door in half an hour." 



If our friend, who interviewed us on the cars, 

 could have seen us as we were ready for departure, 

 he would scarcely have recognized us ; " them 

 clothes " having been laid aside for the fisherman's 

 garb. My wife never looked better in my eyes 



