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journey, no doubt a familiar one to you, and go 

 with us through one more chapter, and revel once 

 more in your mind's eye among the glories of 

 those cloud-capped mountains. 



But, as I have said, this fishing story is at an end ; 

 not for want of material, for there are other scenes 

 and other times of equal pleasure that crowd my 

 memory as I write these lines. And so will it ever 

 be to you, my friend, should you, even in your 

 later years, take up the angler's art : it grows with 

 its growth, and strengthens with its strength, and, 

 if uncurbed, may perchance, with many of us, be- 

 come a passion. 



But, for all that, it will fill the storehouse of our 

 memories with many a scene of unalloyed pleasure, 

 which in the sunset of life we may look back upon 

 with fondest satisfaction. 



If in the minds of any one of you who as yet 

 are ignorant of the charm of fishing, as it has here 

 been revealed, I have induced the desire for a test, 

 " stand not 'ipon the order of your going, but 

 go at once," provided it be the season, and, the 

 word of an old fisherman for it, you will thank 

 me for these random pages. 



If you do not, the pleasure it has been to talk over 

 past experiences as I write, with the one to whom 

 these pages are dedicated, has been sufficient, with- 



