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Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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to me in confidenceand in the privacy of her own boudoir! Go to, oh man with the silvering locks. Itis an open tourney, a fair field, and maybe Ican love her as purely in my way as youcan in yours. She has given me food anddrink in her own house and called after mea merry invitation to return. To the mere trout-hog Big Sulphur ischary in her largess. Being a baby herself,her offsprings are troutlets, not coarse vora-cious monsters in whom the sordid soulsdelight. It would worry you to get your weight limit in Big Sulphur in one day,and to wrest from her the legal number would be an unholy and difficult thing. Thebest things in life come in small packagesand Big Sulphur will appeal more to thepoet than to the pot-hunter. For which Godbe thanked! All too few are the spots whereman can go in full assurance that he cangreet Nature pure and undefiled, and evenin this Sonoma paradise one can find the tincan trail of the bait fishing serpent. A mur-rain upon the souls who would seek to dese
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• he,to by T. C. Van Ness, Jr. AT THE HEAD OF THE GORGE. 252 WESTERN FIELD crate and pollute such an innocent! Sheshould know nothing coarser than the vel-vety touch of the daintily soft fly, cast bysome gentle spirit in accord with her ownharmonious temperament; she should neverbe offended with the lustful glare in theeyes of the vicious trout-hog whose soul isof the earth, earthy, even as is his cruellyimpaled bait. She should, rather, know onlythe gleam of soft contentment in the eyes of rapt adorers, who know her for what she isand love her in accordance to her unstainedpurity. So if you are after fish alone. BigSulphur will disappoint you grievously; butgo to her con amove as you go to your sweet-hearts tryst, prepared and hoping for muchwhile expecting little, and the preciousnessof what will be given you will abide whentrout are no more and Big Sulphur is everand always but a memory. A PERFECT DAY. THE rain is over, the hazy mistVanishes by the warm sun kissed,And far and wid

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