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PLEASURES OF ANGLING. 



hope to enjoy the coming season.* Meanwhile I 

 bid adieu to the Adirondacks until another Spring- 

 time shall return, when, if all is well, I shall again 

 " go a-fishing." 



* This hope was realized in June, '74, in Rangely lake. I was casting 

 with my lightest rod, when a large fish struck my fly, and after a two 

 hours' fight I landed a genuine brook trout, which weighed exactly 

 seven pounds. I have a fine portrait of the fish, painted in oil on 

 birch bark, by my friend Dr. OTIS, of New York, who was of the 

 party. It is a beautiful picture, and I cherish it above rubies. 



