BROOK TROUT 



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well backed by the forest shadows that painters love. Usu- 

 ally the music of rushing water pervades the haunt of the 

 Brook Trout; and the only cloud upon it all is that, ever and 

 anon, Man, the supposedly high-minded, savagely bends 



THE EASTERN BROOK TROUT. 



every energy to kill an unduly great number of these beau- 

 tiful creatures, and fills a sordid creel entirelj^ too full. 



Most unluckily for the Trout, it is its habit to be ever on 

 the alert for insects on the surface of its pool, and "rise to a 

 fly." To the high-class sportsman who scorns the humble 

 angle-worm, the accurate throwing of a small fly for a very 

 long distance, solely by the exercise of great skill and judg- 

 ment, is the crowning attraction in seeking the Brook Trout 



