sitting so sedately. I really suppose that seeing 
me eat has made him hungry. He will have his 
lunch too. But the light on the water is sweet to 
see, and the ripples run like laughter over the 
river’s face, and the cattails not yet tailed stand 
sedately like folks at a funeral, and the blue of the 
sky is clouding for rain, and a drop from the cloud 
is on my face, and the gray sky is beautiful as a 
vision of the twilight—and where is the pole? | 
will leave a crust of bread and a chicken bone on the 
bank. The chipmunk has been neighborly, maybe 
he will like it;and I will throw some shreds of my 
lunch into the water as an offering to the fish. 
They have given me a rare morning. The line is 
not wet, but I am, and the fish have not been be- 
guiled, for | have not grown vicious yet and baited 
my hook. But I'll be blessed if I know where the 
pole and the line and the hook are; and I will go and 
hunt them. And after a series of meanderings in 
mind I conclude they may be in one of seventeen 
places, which is a serious gain in the question of 
discovery and conclude them practically found 
now. I may be leisurely and gather wild roses 
and dainty ferns; and I sit down beside a wild 
flower devoutly as beside a woman, and wonder 
about its loneliness and loveliness, and if God 
knows it is there; and I walk in ripples of undulat- 
ing grasses that hem the edge of the stream, and « 
a phoebe plaints near me, and far across the river where the milk 
weeds grow and hang their ball blossoms, a hawk flies and flings his 
eager shadow on the water or on the meadow; for the sky has cleared 
and the rain cloud has forgotten its business and has gone a-gypsying 
with the wind. And here I go hunting for the fishing line. Strangely 
enough I was mistaken. It was not in any of the seventeen places, 
but /s in the nineteenth. There it was sprawling indolently like a hobo 
in the shade with his dinner fragments beside him, with the flics upon 
him, and the blue bottles buzzing luxuriously around. But I stand with 
a sense of triumph. I have found the pole and line. Some people 
have poor memories. I pity them. There is no excuse for forgetting 
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