TO HIS EXCELLENCY, 

 HORATIO SEYMOUR. 



BEFORE you became a leader of a great political party, 

 or the chief magistrate of a great State, you loved the 

 woods, the lakes, the deep shadows of the forest and the 

 mountain streams to throw the fly for the speckled trout 

 in river or "brook, 



" To follow the stag, o'er the slippery crag, 

 And to chase the "bounding roe" 



Permit me, then, respectfully to dedicate to you, not as 

 the highest executive officer of the Empire State, but as 

 a chivalrous and enthusiastic sportsman, the following 

 work. 



THE AUTHOR, 



