Show Tho True Fisherman The anglers art IB but a pretext or rather the Incentive to n ramble and not the sole object of tho fisherman unless alas ho belongs to that too common variety the man whose solo object is his catch Such a man fishes with a worm hides fingerlings in the depth of his basket and photographs his catch as a witness of his crimes He IH not a fisherman but a butcher A yellow primrose on the rivers bank Is to him a primrose and nothing more The true fisherman loves to catch fish to match his wit against the wary trout but as he wanders from pool to pool the songs of the birds greet him restfully every turn in the stream reveals re-veals a nook In which strange wildflowers flowers nestle The gentle excitement of the sport prevents tho scene from becoming monotonous The element of chance the uncertainty of the catch add the drop of tabasco sauce which gives zest to the day And the noontide noon-tide meal by the brink oc the streamt When did n meal have a more delightful delight-ful flavor Dclmonlco never served a trout like unto those we have eaten by the hunks of a mountain brook with the clear sky above the wavlnz forest round about and the murmuring stream at our feet The hour of contemplation comes afterward with the pipe o peace In our hand Instead of the relinquished rod How far off the city scorns Are there such things as corporations trusts stocks bonds electric lights that amaze the sight harsh warnings of trolley gongs tho rumble md grind of the wheels and the brakes on the elevated ele-vated road which affright the car The harshest note that breaks the stillness here Is I the boom of the bittern In the distant marsh Home to camp the fisherman goes taking a cast In this silent pool In which the trout rose in the forenoon to his cast but missed the fly or in that i dark hole deep under the bank In which a vigilant eye may detect the brown I lglnnt a trout with lazily waving line and tailan old campaigner not easily The Worlds caupht Work Dr A T Bristow In I |