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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Nov. 13 , 1909 . 
High General Average 
On All Targets 
At Every Interstate Association’s Tournament 
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Sam Lovefs Boy. 
By Rowland E. Robinson. Price, 51.26. 
Sam Lovel’s Boy is the fifth of the series of Danvis 
books, No one has pictured the New Englander with 
t? insight as has Mr. Robinson. Sam Lovel and 
Huldah are two of the characters of the earlier books 
in the series, and the boy is young Sam, their son, who 
grows up under the tuition of the coterie of friends that 
we know so well, becomes a man just at the time of the 
Civil War, and carries a musket in defense of what he 
believes to be the right. 
FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
Where, When and How to Catch 
Fish on the East Coast of Florida 
By Wm. H. Gregg, of St. Louis, Mo., assisted by Capt. 
John Gardner, of Ponce Park, Mosquito Inlet, Fla. 
With 100 engravings, and 12 colored illustrations. 
Cloth. Illustrated. 268 pages. Map. Price, $4.00. 
A visitor to Florida can hardly make the trip without 
this book, if he is at all interested in angling. It gives a 
very complete list of the fishes of the East Coast of 
Florida, and every species is illustrated by a cut taken 
from the best authorities. The cuts are thus of the most 
value to the angler, who. desires to identify the fish he 
takes, while the colored plates of the tropical fish shown 
in all their wonderful gorgeousness of coloring, are very 
beautiful. Besides the pictures of fish, there are cuts 
showing portions of the fishing tackle which the author 
uses. A good index completes the volume. 
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and Stream.” 
COMMENTS FROM CONNEMARA. 
In the evening the anglers came back very 
wet, and sat around the dinner table talking of 
the day’s sport. I confess that I find the talk of 
fishermen less tedious than any other kind of 
sporting “shop.” For one thing it is a soli¬ 
tary occupation, and acquires a certain dignity 
from that circumstance, for a man who can be 
cheerfully silent and alone all day is never a 
fool, and is often capable of genuine thought. 
They were the usual types—a colonel or so, a 
doctor, a snug elderly gentleman who lived con¬ 
tented on what he had, and sought fishing in 
this place and that, and one or two nondescripts 
who seemed to have no conscious life away from 
their rods and flies. They sat there munching 
away and exaggerating the difficulties and sur¬ 
prises of their failures, and putting down their 
successes to an extraordinary and sudden ac¬ 
cess of skill on their part, in spite of something 
like perversion on the part of the fish, as is 
the manner of all sportsmen. Anyhow their 
talk passed the short, windy evening; and to¬ 
morrow, as Montaigne said, is always “a new 
day.” 
And this to-morrow was really a new day. 
The sun shone, the sky was cloudless, the air 
very hot and still. It was no weather for 
anglers, but it was good enough for me, and I 
walked out along the road that runs beside the 
•shore. In this glacier land, you must remem¬ 
ber, there is no variety of color except what 
the light and distance give. On one side of 
the road the land slopes, a tumble of scrub and 
stones, upward to the low olive green hills of 
the shore; beyond them rise greater hills, 
deeper in color; beyond them the mountains, 
peak after peak of mauve and gray; beyond 
them again the empty blue sky. And on the 
other side of the road lie great rocks, with 
patches of short grass on them where perhaps 
a little black cow is feeding; and then the stones 
of the beach, the tawny gold of the seaweed 
and the untroubled blue of the sea. In these 
sheltered bays, far away from the unrest of that 
Atlantic of which their waters are a part, the 
tides seem to creep in and out most stealthily. 
At low water the blue level is broken by hun¬ 
dreds and hundreds of island rocks and stones, 
all covered by the wet golden weed; as the tide 
rises the weed moves and lifts, becomes smaller 
in area, becomes merely a patch of purple 
under the blue, vanishes altogether, until a 
floor of unbroken water stretches from shore 
to shore and washes gently against the gray 
rocks. It is the only sound—this still small 
voice of the deep-throated ocean far away, tell¬ 
ing you that the tide is about to turn again. 
Hour after hour, as you sit or lie there in 
the heather, this silence of an empty land sinks ( 
deeper and deeper into your spirit. Such as 
there are only serve to reveal the silence—now 
the cry of a seagull, now the drone of a bee, 
now the splash of a rising fish, and rarely, very 
rarely, the soft thud of bare feet on the road 
as some one passes by. And if you turn from 
the world we call inanimate to look for life and 
movement in the world of men and women, the 
silence and stagnation will only seem the 
deeper. The few peasants you see, those who 
are not gathering seaweed on the rocks for 
kelp-burning, seem to be waiting for something > 
that never comes. Yesterday there was some 
talk of a Government inspector coming in the 
afternoon—something to do with old-age pen¬ 
sions—and hour by hour, from early morning, 
the people came down from the mountains and 
islands and sat down by the road side—not 
speaking, barely moving, not eating or drink¬ 
ing, but just waiting. 
Most of them were old and bent: many, 
young or old, were beautiful of face and feature, 
their deep melancholy gray eyes seeming to 
look out into another world; and, alas! it is to 
another world that most of them turn their 
thoughts and hopes. For these are people who 
really look for the resurrection of the dead and 
the life of the world to come, and who look for ' 
little else. Of what moment, then, a few hours 
by the road side, a few years of bitter existence 
on these stony hills, a few burnings by the sun 
and drenchings by the rain, a few toils, a few 
