REMINISCENT TALES 



An erratic individual, who early in the day 

 had forsaken his companions and gone to the 

 other end of the lake, gave chase when the 

 players started the game, hurling his bait 

 after them and madly shouting: 



"Stop them! Stop them! For GOD'S 

 sake, don't let 'em get away!" 



The Angler, hoping a chance might still 

 come to take a Tarpon, remained at the trad- 

 ing post. 



When the moon is full, and only the moon, 

 it is a most excellent time for night fishing. 



A motor boat was commissioned, the skiff 

 attached, and the first moonlight excursion 

 made its debut. 



The skipper had mentioned that blue fish 

 very frequently came into the lower part of 

 the river on a floodtide; so a wide-awake 

 Angler, while on their seaward way, trolled 

 for them, using a hand line and a fair-sized 

 metal fish. 



Even the man in the moon laughed at Na- 

 ture's moving picture of two instantaneous 

 leaps (exquisitely shown, although Mr. Fox 

 was not present at the time). 



A splendid Tarpon threw himself entirely 

 out of the water, at the hook end of the line, 

 then shaking himself free disappeared into the 

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