may as well be calm. We shall get all 

 the fish we need and have all the lime- 

 burnt fingers that a successful fisherman 

 requires. We may as well take in the 

 lines and roll about for awhile on the 

 long, tumbling swells. The weather is so 

 soft and cool, the sky so bright, yet the 

 sun so mild ; there never was such a day 

 to lie down and smoke, to gaze upon the 

 great shining plain upon the west, or on 

 the long lines of dreamy blue mountains 

 on the east, to listen to the ripple and 

 thumping of the waters at the bow, and 

 the fluttering of the streamer at the mast- 

 head, to feel the little vessel careen as she 

 goes sliding down the shorter slope of 

 some great swell, righting herself as she 

 climbs the long slope of the next one, yet 

 feel all the time as secure as if taking a 

 moonlight row on some lake where the 

 winds are hushed for the day. 



But there is little rest for the angler in 

 the midst of fish. Again the lines are 

 tossed out, and in an instant we see that 

 we are still in the school. Here a greedy 



