Where Town and Country Meet 



not to the uninitiated for sympathy, but 

 every genuine angler will understand. 



Now, then, let us see what a day in ang- 

 ling time is worth. You wake up very early 

 in the morning to the concert of birds, and 

 a sweet thrill like that of boyhood's time 

 runs through you at the thought of the day's 

 enterprise. You are out of bed at a leap, 

 and presently slip into that old suit, so com- 

 fortable in every wonted fold, so redolent 

 with pleasant memories. The boy hears, 

 you the blessed boy, renewer of your 

 youth and soon he, too, is out of dream- 

 land and out of bed, staggering a little, and 

 with fists dug into his blinking eyes, but 

 bravely dragging out his old clothes and 

 hunting for his thick waterproof shoes. 



Then, while the smiling helpmate pre- 

 pares an early breakfast, you and the boy 

 go out to dig worms, and come back with 

 overflowing bait-boxes and such appetites 

 as neither of you has displayed for weeks. 

 Breakfast is a feast, sweetened by expecta- 

 tion; and when it is finished you get your 

 gear together, whistling, while mother puts 

 up a generous lunch. Then off you start, 

 to be gone the whole day ; and as you trudge 

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