REMINISCENT TALES 



lent their charms. High hills, their slopes 

 thickly studded with compact foliage of vivid 

 greens, arose from the water's edge. 



To an observer successive rapid turnings 

 and windings, all replete in beauty, begat 

 surprises. 



A broad flowing river forms the outlet. 

 Along its banks myriads of handsome pond 

 lilies bloomed, filling the air with their 

 fragrance. 



This stream wends its quiet way for miles 

 and miles through meadow lands. At irregu- 

 lar distances diminutive ponds or mud ponds, 

 as they are styled, are formed. 



In most of them, en masse, these delicate 

 pond lily flowers, blossom and fade unseen 

 save by the winged life of woods and waters. 



(Lilies begin to shut up at I P. M., and not 

 i A. M., as human beings do.) 



The waters teem with large white perch, 

 larger pickerel, and the ordinary pond fish. 



A white perch, as far as his strength per- 

 mits him to be, is a dead game fish. When 

 schooling, they are extremely lively and in 

 chasing small fry well near the shore, make 

 the water buzz in their hunger-rushes. 



They rise to a fly or take a bait in a raven- 

 ous manner but only for a brief time, then 



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