in propounding questions. While thus engaged, the 

 old wooden gate, which furnished the only entrance 

 and egress through a picket fence surrounding several 

 acres of lawn, swung to with a bang which attracted 

 our attention and a handsome specimen of young 

 manhood appeared, carrying a grip and bait bucket 

 in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. He was 

 quick of action and <wore a look of pleasant anticipation, 

 a "new arrival" at our mountain inn. He nodded and 

 smiled a cheerful "fine morning/' and sought out 

 the landlord to secure board and lodgings. As he 

 disappeared my boy remarked, "another fisherman." 

 "Yes," said I, "and when you see a fellow come 

 through the gate with a fishing rod over his shoulder, 

 always remember there's something good in him." 

 "Why do you say that, father," came from my son? 

 It would not do to fail of response to such a question. 

 All boys ask them, and should do so, for it is in 

 that wise they become informed, and the answers given 

 by older persons should always be accurate, clear 

 and satisfactory. Misleading information given to an 

 inquisitive boy in the earlier days may result in 

 embarrassments, if not discouragement, later in life. 

 "Well," said I, "the study of nature is the primary 

 incentive for action in the field of the true fisherman, 

 and when I say fisherman I do not mean the man who 

 plows the sea or draws the stae to replenish the stalls 

 of the market or fishers of men, but that individual 

 who for pleasure, recreation and general improvement 

 wades the mountain stream, crosses fallen trees, 

 scrambles through briars, pulls a boat on the open 

 river, investigates as to depth, clearness and temper- 

 ature of water, predicts the weather, experiments with 

 different bait, judges hooks, reel and rod, learns the 



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