THE ANGLER 



poles of ash, ironwood, tamarack, or ce- 

 dar, or perhaps the woods for one just 

 budding on its sapling stump. 



Each enjoys as much as the other the 

 pleasant labor of preparation and the an- 

 ticipation of sport, though perhaps that 

 of the scientific angler is more aesthetic 

 enjoyment, as his outfitting is the dain- 

 tier and more artistic. But to each 

 comes the recollection of past happy days 

 spent on lake, river and brook, memories 

 touched with a sense of loss, of days that 

 can never come again, of comrades gone 

 forever from earthly companionship. 



And who shall say that the plebeian 

 angler does not enter upon the untan- 

 gling of his cotton lines, the trimming 

 of his new cut pole, and the digging of 

 his worms, with as much zest as his bro- 

 ther of the finer cast on the testing and 

 mending of lancewood or split bamboo 

 rod, the overhauling of silken lines and 

 leaders, and the assorting of flies. 



Ill 

 Considering the younger generation 

 of anglers, one finds more enthusiasm 

 among those who talk learnedly of all 



74 



