Streamcraft: An Angling ManualStewart & Kidd Company, 1919 - 262 Seiten |
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Seite 165 - To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride : Let Nature guide thee ; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require ; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, And lends the growing insect proper wings : Silks of all colours must their aid impart, And every fur promote the fisher's art.
Seite 226 - Oft have I seen a skilful angler try The various colours of the treacherous fly ; When he with fruitless pain hath skimm'd the brook, And the coy fish rejects the skipping hook, He shakes the boughs that on the margin grow, Which o'er the stream a waving forest throw, When if an insect fall, (his certain guide) He gently takes him from the whirling tide, Examines well his form with curious eyes, His gaudy vest, his wings, his horns, and...
Seite 196 - And, whitening, down their mossy-tinctured stream Descends the billowy foam ; now is the time, While yet the dark-brown water aids the guile, To tempt the trout. The well-dissembled fly, The rod fine-tapering with elastic spring, Snatch'd from the hoary steed the floating line, And all thy slender watery stores prepare.
Seite 72 - WHEN tulips bloom in Union Square. And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like children lost in Vanity Fair; When every long, unlovely row Of westward houses stands aglow, And leads the eyes toward sunset skies Beyond the hills where green trees grow; Then weary seems the street parade.
Seite 225 - Mark well the various seasons of the year, How the succeeding insect race appear; In this revolving moon one colour reigns, Which in the next the fickle trout disdains. Oft...
Seite 223 - I'd like to go Whore bells don't ring, nor whistles blow, Nor clocks don't strike nor gongs don't sound, And I'd have stillness all around— Not real stillness, but just the trees Low whispering, or the hum of bees, Or brooks faint babbling over stones In strangely, softly tangled tones.
Seite 72 - Tis not a proud desire of mine; I ask for nothing superfine; No heavy weight, no salmon great, To break the record — or my line: Only an idle little stream, Whose amber waters softly gleam, Where I may wade, through woodland shade, And cast the fly, and loaf, and dream: Only a trout or two, to dart From foaming pools, and try my art: No more I'm wishing — old-fashioned fishing, And just a day on Nature's heart.
Seite 154 - Like thistle-down the gay lure falls. »Then from the depths a silver gleam Quick flashes, like a jewel bright, Up through the waters of the stream An instant visible to sight — As lightning cleaves the sombre sky The black bass rises to the fly.
Seite iii - There, as he wades, he sees a hundred sights and hears a hundred tones, which are hidden from the traveller on the dusty highway above. The traveller fancies that he has seen the country. So he has; the outside of it, at least; but the angler only sees the inside. The angler only is brought close face to face with the flower, and bird, and insect life of the rich river banks, the only part of the landscape where the hand of man has never interfered, and the only part in general which never feels...
Seite 127 - ... food for the fish. For this reason, they have nothing to do with them, hating them for their bad character ; but they have planned a snare for the fish, and get the better of them by their fisherman's craft.