510 



AMERICAN ANGLER'S BOOK. 



through his field, along the still water above the saw-mill. I 

 pulled out my segar case and then my flask and offered him 

 a drink, but he obstinately refused, and sticking his hands in 

 his breeches pockets, all he said was : " Thee musrUt go through 



that ryeV 



f^-^^- 



