ton have said. Heck, if he could have known such 

 sport as this? Many more of this same size could 

 he lay before him simply for the casting on this 

 ledge, and then indeed might his song in praise 

 of angling well be sung: 



1 Oh, gallant fisher life, 

 It is the best of any ; 

 T is full of pleasure. 

 Void of strife, 

 And 't is beloved of many.' r 



" Well," says Napoleon, " Izaak's trout and pike 

 may have been well cooked and his ale well brewed, 

 but the savory smell of this four-pounder under 

 the blue sky, with a slender alder for the gridiron, 

 the ledge for our table, the rushing river for our 

 nectar, is more to my liking than any indoor feast." 



" Nothing could be more delightful or have more 

 charm than lunching on the bank of this swiftly 

 running stream. But do you not think, Heck, that 

 a few drops of this old Kentucky would improve 

 the river a bit and induce you to give us some of 

 the old Elizabethan stanzas that Walton quotes T " 



" Here are two of them," replies Napoleon, " but 

 if I get them wrong you must pardon me. 



' " Come live with me, and be my love, 

 And we will all the pleasures prove 

 That hills and valleys, dales and fields, 

 And all the steepy mountain yields." 



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