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touch of which he was master, has fully discoursed of the game- 
and food-fishes of America with especial reference to the habits 
and methods of capture of each. To these sources, to Jordan 
and Evermann’s ‘‘ Food and Game Fishes of North America,” 
and tomany other works of similar purport in other lands, the 
reader is referred for an account of the economic and the 
human side of fish and fisheries. 
Angling.—It is no part of the purpose of this work to de- 
scribe the methods or materials of angling, still less to sing its 
praises as a means of physical or moral regeneration. We may 
perhaps find room for a first and a last word on the subject; the 
one the classic from the pen of the angler of the brooks of Staf- 
fordshire, and the other the fresh expression of a Stanford stu- 
dent setting out for streams such as Walton never knew, the 
Purissima, the Stanislaus, or perchance his home streams, the 
Provo or the Bear. 
“And let me tell you, this kind of fishing with a dead rod, 
and laying night-hooks, are like putting money to use; for they 
both work for the owners when they do nothing but sleep, or 
eat, or rejoice, as you know we have done this last hour, and 
sat as quietly and as free from cares under this sycamore as 
Virgil’s Tityrus and his Meliboeus did under their broad beech- 
tree. No life, my honest scholar,—no life so happy and so 
pleasant as the life of a well-governed angler; for when the 
lawyer is swallowed up with business and the statesman is pre- 
venting or contriving plots, then we sit on the cowslip-banks, 
hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness 
as these silent silver streams which we now see glide so quietly 
by us. Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling, as 
Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, ‘Doubtless God could have made 
a better berry, but doubtless God never did’; and so, if I might 
be judge, ‘God never made a more calm, quiet, innocent recrea- 
tion than angling.’ 
“T’ll tell you, scholar, when I sat last on this primrose-bank, 
and looked down these meadows, I thought of them as Charles 
the Emperor did of Florence, ‘That they were too pleasant to 
be looked on but only on holidays.’ 
“Gentle Izaak! He has been dead these many years, but 
his disciples are still’ faithful. When the cares of business lie 
