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Title: With fly-rod and camera
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Samuels, Edward A. (Edward Augustus), 1836-1908
Subjects: Fishing Fishing
Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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evidently unsophisticated new-comers. One or two of the neighboring farmers stood onthe bridge talking to each other and to me in, I haveno doubt, pure Gaelic, the language of most of the CapeBreton habitans, and evidently enjoying larks at my ex-pense in casting over the fish so industriously. What-ever they said, I could not understand a word, the Gaelictongue not having been mastered by me, so I paid noattention to them. After a while with a parting snickerthey left the bridge for their homes, and I was alone. The sun now hung above the western horizon, ahuge red sphere. The skies were covered with the mostgorgeous clouds of golden and purple hues, and a softbalmy breeze sprung up, I ceased casting, and, takinga seat on one of the cross beams of the bridge, lighteda cigar and gave myself up to the enjoyment of the mag-nificent scene before me. The bridge was only a halfdozen rods from the lake shore, and an unobstructed viewcould be had for the entire distance to the further shore.
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Enough for Breakfast, Anyway. (Inst. 292 JVith Fly-Rod and Camera. Across the bosom of the lake the rays of the setting sunswept in a broad pathway of crimson and gold. Theazure of the sky, the gorgeous coloring of the clouds, thegreen forests and fields of the shore, all were mirroredon the placid water with the most beautiful effect. Itwas a scene to be remembered — entrancing, enrapturing. I was enjoying it with all the artistic sense of thebeautiful in nature that I possessed when I was awak-ened from my reverie by a heavy splash made by a largefish in the water below me. I looked down, and at thatinstant another fish came to the surface and with a splashseized a gnat that had dropped upon the water. Oh, ho, my beauties! I exclaimed, it is a small flyyou want, is it? I will try to accommodate you. Searching among my feathered treasures, I found asmall black gnat, too small, I feared, to be strong enoughto bear the strain of a heavy fish. However, I put it onmy casting line and d

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