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sciousness, we recall our angling ventures of the past. 

 It is a glorified picture, ripened, like a generous wine, 

 by the sweet influence of time. 



We may have broiled under a sun of tropical fervor 

 or shivered in an April snow-storm ; we may have been 

 weary and footsore almost to the limit of endurance ; 

 suffered from hunger and thirst ; been devoured by flies 

 and mosquitoes ; have slipped from rock or log and had 

 the icy waters close over our noses to the ruin of fly- 

 book and watch. We may have been mulcted by the 

 farmers of the vicinity for the privilege of fishing when 

 morally certain that the demand was a swindle ; we 

 may have even broken our favorite rod on a fingerling ; 

 yet, after the lapse of a year or so, all these annoyances 

 are as if they had never been, while the memory of just 

 how and when every good fish was taken is as fresh 

 as though of yesterday. 



