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But who has not passed through a like experi- 

 ence, where the odor of a flower, the swing of the 

 arm, a single note of long forgotten music, the 

 curve of a fence, a flash of lightning, the whistle 

 of the winter's wind, a smile, a sigh, a laugh, a 

 word, a tone has brought back scenes, friends, 

 incidents and situations which, but for these 

 fleeting reminders, would have remained buried 

 in the memory until the coming of that more 

 mysterious transition when "all we ever did or 

 said or felt shall, like a marshaled host, pass in 

 full review before the immortal mind." 



And now having, during this little bit of irrele- 

 vancy, passed over the five miles which intervene 

 between Martin's and the river entrance to Cold 

 and Ray brooks, where I went the last two Au- 

 gusts, I wish only to say that, in the proper season, 

 they will afford, with moderate skill and patience, 

 such sport as is rarely vouchsafed to any angler 

 anywhere. At least, such was my experience two 

 years ago, when during a short afternoon I landed 

 from a deep pool in Cold brook fifty splendid 

 trout, and fished three hours for one. It was on 

 this wise : For an hour or more before sunset, a 

 trout which I estimated to weigh more than three 

 pounds kept the water in constant agitation and 

 myself in a fever of excitement. I cast for him a 

 hundred times at least. With almost every cast he 

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