136 AN ANGLER AT LARGE 



Here we tether the ass, and my wife busies 

 herself with kettle and methylated spirit. While 

 we have been approaching my eye has been 

 concerned with the natural features of the posi- 

 tion, and very likely I have already selected the 

 tree, group of whins, haystack, or what not which 

 is this afternoon to acquire immortality. Or my 

 mood may be a large one, which nothing less than 

 square leagues of the countryside can satisfy. In 

 this case I stand awhile considering the great 

 spaces that surround me. But soon my mind 

 is made up. Where all is impossible, why waste 

 time in seeking for the less among the more diffi- 

 cult ? Have at it ! The Ignorant nothing can 

 intimidate. So, after a brief period passed in 

 framing pictures between my two hands held side- 

 ways, I fix on a county or two and begin. 



Great views make many people feel like worms 

 and insects. As a corrective to this uncomfortable 

 sensation let me recommend them to paint these 

 vistas. Their delight in what they see will be in 

 nowise diminished, nay, rather increased five hun- 

 dred-fold, but their estimation of their own place 

 in nature will rise. They will learn that it is not 

 the part of a worm and an insect to capture and 

 set down on paper any fractional percentage of 

 this world's beauty. A worm's appreciation, for 

 instance, of the view from Montreux up the 



