TROUT-FISHIXG IN SULLIVAN COUNTY. 



1 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 hanks its sweet music we hear ; 

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

 No shadows are drawn by the cloud-covered sun, 

 We plunge in the crystal, our sport is hegun. 

 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, 

 lie swings to our basket the prize is our own 1 "STREET. 



