AN ANGLER'S NOTES ON THE BEAVERKILL 



of the trillium — all for you I And then, again, to reach 

 the pool that is your especial delight, the pool that you 

 dreamed of all winter. You wade in carefully and take 

 your stand from where you can cast your flies over all 

 the favorite spots, every one of which brings back, a 

 memory of some former visit when you had landed a 

 beauty. Ah, that's the life ! to feel that you are a part 

 of Nature, and that your love for her is the one great, 

 absorbing theme of your existence. Love and caress 

 Nature, and she will repay you a thousandfold. She 

 will always prove your true, steadfast friend, always 

 trying to be a pleasure and a comfort to you, growing 

 dearer to you and more lovable to you as the years 

 roll by. 



Cutting Sticks. 



On Sundays, Uncle Thee and I were accustomed to 

 stroll along the border of the stream and ramble through 

 the wooded sides in search of walking-sticks. Did you 

 ever hunt for a good stick, one that was straight and 

 strong and having a good handle ? Such a stick is 

 hard to find, hence the fascination of hunting for one. 

 It's curious how few sticks are straight to begin with, 

 and if you find a straight one, the handle is imperfect, 

 and so you go poking about in the woods with a never- 

 ending delight over the pursuit. Incidentally, on these 

 trips, we also kept our eyes open for some big trout 

 that might rise and disclose his " home," possibly be- 

 hind some big rock or under some bank or other hid- 

 ing-place from where he could dart out for a passing 



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