THE WING-FOOTED 



venu Man to beguile, examine, and eat 

 the descendants of this so ancient race. 

 May this, and other things, be pardoned 

 unto him. 



The lake lies under a June sky of soft- 

 est blue. Diffused through the air, and 

 dulling the sun's light and heat, is a haze 

 so delicate that sometimes we thought it 

 vapour and sometimes smoke. Not yet 

 were we to know at what cost to many 

 an unfortunate soul this lovely veil was 

 cast over the little Fujiyama rising in 

 perfect outline across the water. By 

 the lake-edge wild cherry is in flower, 

 and the birches are sketching out their 

 new summer dresses. White spruces, 

 wearing the lovely green of springtime, 

 draw prim skirts about their modest 

 feet. Again we "hear lake water lap- 

 ping," and click of reel, and swish of 

 line : our hearts are exceeding glad. 



No trout this, coming to the fly like a 

 bar of sunlight and instantly gone: 

 never did trout rise so swiftly or show 



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