204 FISHING GOSSIP. 
Hollo, hollo, hollo ! 
" Will he dare to follow ? 
No! I look behind and see nought but stream and 
sedges. 
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O the pleasant roaming 
Homeward thro’ the gloaming ! 
O the heavy creel, alack! O the joyful greeting ! 
O the jokes and laughter, 
And the sound sleep after, 
And the happy, happy dreams, all the sport repeating ! 
I’m an old man now, 
Stiff limb and frosty pow, 
But stooping o’er my flickering fire, in ee winter 
weather, 
Oft I see this vision 
Of a time elysian— 
And I cast my crutch away, and escape my tether! 
T. W. 
