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ONCE SILVER STREAMS. 
THERE is, and always has been, something fasci- 
nating about running water. Savages name their 
children after it, and their songs and legends 
are full of allusions to it. Not only is this 
so with primitive people, but enlightened ones, 
Even now, men direct their roads by the water- 
ways, and for reasons far other than those of 
trade and commerce. What these reasons are 
may be known to every walker by the waterside 
if only he possesses eyes, and knows how to 
use them. No one knew better than Charles 
Kingsley what charms there are about brightly- 
running streams, and none enjoyed them more 
than he. And this because he was an angler. 
He knew and said that he saw a hundred sights, 
and heard a hundred sounds, that were hidden 
from the traveller on the dusty highway. The 
pedestrian of the road sees only the outside of 
the land—sees only its commonplace sights ; but 
the angler is brought face to face with Nature’s 
