TROUT FISHING IN SULLIVAN COUNTY. 



" We break from the tree-groups, a glade deep with grass ; 



The white clover's breath loads the sense as we pass. 



A sparkle a streak a broad glitter is seen. 



The bright Callikoon, through its thickets of green ! 



We rush to the banks its sweet music we hear ; 



Its gush, dash and gurgle, all blent to the ear. 



No shadows are drawn by the cloud covered sun, 



We plunge in the chrystal, our sport is begun. 



Our line, where that ripple shoots onward we throw, 



It sweeps to the foam-spangled eddy below, 



A tremor a pull the Trout upward is thrown, 



He swings to our basket the prize is our own ! " STREET. 



