Bass or Business? 



Every mother's son of you will consider it a rare 

 pleasure to read Mr. Albert Chapell's story. Mr. 

 Chapell hails from Los Angeles, and it is plain that 

 the love of fishing is deeply planted in his heart. I 

 should like to have known Marse Bill Taylor, of 

 Mosby's Partisan Rangers, and to have fished with 

 him would have been a very great pleasure, indeed. 

 I have always loved to read of Colonel Mosby and 

 his knightly riders. In my judgment their valor- 

 ous deeds and dashing forays form the military 

 classic of the war between the North and Dixie. 



Tragic moments they come, indeed, they do, 

 to all who angle, either with pliant, daintily fabricated 

 fly-rods, hastily cut withe, or twine and bended pin 

 of hopeful, radiant childhood. 



Yes, seh, this I'll stipulate, or contend, in or oat 

 of school, or by the deep pool in the upper windings 

 of beautiful Sespe, where I took my last " big one." 



D'ye know the Sespe ? No ? Then you have missed 

 much of interest and of beauty. And if skilled in 

 the gentle art, peradventure, you have missed the tak- 

 ing of one of the big ones yet lurking in the angles 

 of the rugged canyon walls, where the waters are 

 shadowed in the quiet morning and evening hours, 



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