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Rhymes of The Stream and Forest I 
FRANK MERTON BUCKLAND Z 
One of the freshest, most delightful collections of outdoor verse offered for ^ 
many a day. They are the outpourings of a spirit which loves nature, the woods * 
and streams and growing things, and appreciates its charms. 2 
Mr. Buckland's verse has a charm that is at once rare and delightful. This 
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of the Angle.” 
Its form is as attractive as its pages, closely simulating the appearance of the 
standard fly-book, printed on heavy laid paper with ornamental border designs of 
trout flies, pocket for clippings, and blank pages for copying or individual com¬ 
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who loves the big world out of doors. 
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terror of the fishermen and the destruction of 
their net. Fortunately for the industry these 
occasions are rare. 
The sight of the fish-bottomed boats and 
the wharf strewn with the catch of the night 
is a great appetizer to the amateur fisherman, 
and he grows eager to get off in his own boat. 
Our boat puts out, and the box of bait in 
the bottom looks as promising as the full dinner 
pail the artisan carries to his work. 
Our thoughts are on the near future, dis¬ 
counting the joys of realization by the delights 
of anticipation. We are after noble game, and 
the consciousness stimulates our self-respect. 
Dr. David Starr Jordan, the most eminent 
ichthyologist in America, if not in the world, 
has credited the salmon as being the highest 
type of his family among fishes. 
“In beauty, activity, gameness and quality as 
food, it stands easily with the first among 
fishes,” he says, and we are going fishing for 
salmon. 
There is a tidal roll in the water, but the 
surface is smooth. “Nothing doing” yet. 
Bye and bye you feel a gentle pressure on 
your cheek like the breath of one near. That 
breath has touched the bay. It is not a wind, 
only air in motion, but it breaks the monoton¬ 
ous smoothness of the water and ripples and 
flutes and scallops it until it looks like the 
tracery of delicate lace work. 
“Now look out for a strike,” says your boat¬ 
man. 
“How will I know when I have a bite?” asks 
a tenderfoot. 
How would you know it if you were struck 
with a club? 
“I’ve got one.” 
The immediate instantaneousness of wireless 
telegraphy is rivaled by the speed of the “thrill” 
that passes along your line and down your rod. 
Glory! 
In an instant of time, ten, twenty, thirty, 
forty years, as it may be, roll off like the dis¬ 
carded skin of a snake. You are a boy again, 
with all the eager anticipation, the zest for con¬ 
quest of young blood. 
The boatman lays aside the oars. Your com¬ 
panion hauls in his line that it may not get 
tangled. Occupants of other boats in sight 
turn their eyes toward you. 
Luck, so far as you are concerned, led the 
salmon to take the anchovy on your hook for 
his breakfast instead of one swimming in the 
vicinity, but it is by your skill, science if you 
wish to call it so, that he is to be landed. 
You are fairly aflame with excitement, yet if 
you get excited you will lose your fish. 
If you relax the tension on the line for a sec¬ 
ond. he will snap the line in twain with his 
teeth, and your, trophy will be lost. If you tug 
too tightly on the line, he will break it with his 
weight. 
Down there, somewhere, in ten to twenty 
fathoms of water, is the other fellow. He 
knows at once that he has been “stung,” as you 
would if you had swallowed a bee or a wasp, 
but usually he is not immediately aware that 
there is a battle for his life and liberty before 
him. Usually he will follow for a time along 
the line of least resistance, that is the per¬ 
suasive impulse of your reel, but sooner or 
later it dawns upon him that he is caught and 
that it is up to him to make a breakaway—ajid 
he begins. Perhaps he will make this decision 
when he is far down, and suddenly plunge like 
a bucking bronco. Perhaps he will not seem¬ 
ingly commence to put up a fight until near the 
surface, and then how he will splash the water 
into foam. Down he dives again, or perhaps 
shoots off, to put distance between himself and 
that ugly apparition (to him) in the boat. If you 
give him “plenty of line” and never relax the 
pull, he will turn about and come back. By 
this time he is thoroughly in earnest. He makes 
a leap out of the water, and as the light strikes 
him, you see his w^hole body, arched to exert 
his full strength, his passion causing an iri¬ 
descent play of color, wholly indescribable (one 
of the most beautiful sights in creation). 
Again he finds there is no let go to that 
pesky’ thing that pulls him. Back he plunges 
