TROUT-FISHING IN SULLIVAN COUNTY. 



" We break from the tree-groups, a glade deep with grasB ; 

 The white clover's hreath 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 banks — its sweet music we hear ; 

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

 No shadows are drawn by the cloud-covered sun, 

 We plunge in the crystal, our sport is begun. 

 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, 

 He swings to our basket — the prize is our own I "—Street. 



