204 FISHING GOSSIP. 



Hollo, hollo, hollo ! 



Will he dare to follow ? 



No ! I look behind and see nought but stream and 

 sedges. 

 * * * * 



the pleasant roaming 



Homeward thro* the gloaming ! 

 the heavy creel, alack ! the joyful greeting ! 



the jokes and laughter, 



And the sound sleep after, 

 And the happy, happy dreams, all the sport repeating ! 



I'm an old man now, 



Stiff limb and frosty pow, 



But stooping o'er my nickering fire, in the winter 

 weather, 



Oft I see this vision 



Of a time elysian 

 And I cast my crutch away, and escape my tether ! 



T. W. 



