Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1885-1890, 1885-12-19
OUR COMMON FOOD FISHES.
The Rocky Mountain bl02ls Trout.

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TOR THE TRIBUNE.
When with his lively rays tic potent sgl
Has pierced the stream and reused tn
tinny race,
Then, issuing cheerful, to thy sportrepajr
Just in the dubious point wherawith tllt
pool
Is mixed with the trembling stream, O
where it boiIs
Around stone, or from the botomei
bank
Reverted plays in undalating flow,
There thros, nice judging, the delusiye
1y;
And as you lead it round ia ar5ful curve
| With eye attentive mark the springinz
game,
Straigh rs above the surface of the food
They w#nton rise, or urged by hanger
leap.
Then fix with gentle tvitch, tile Earbed
look.
Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank.
And to the shelving shore slow dragging
With various hand proportional to their
If yet too young and easily deceived,
A worthless prey scarce bends your piiant
red;
Him, liteous Of Lis youth, and the short
space
He has enjoyed The vital light Of heaven,
SOFT dise1sg=ga, and b;;vls into the stream
Tie specklaii CO otIse throw. But should
yoes lure
From his dark launt, beneath the tangled
Gf pendant treess the monarch Of the
brook,
Beloyes yoa then to ply your finest art.
-IuoMr3oN's SEASONS.
Here we are cnce more in our yer
dant camp! We have come trout
fishing. Far overhead the gentle
summer breeze signs softly among the
nonarchs OF the forest. Out there on
yonder gnarled limb sits q squirrel
chattering mer1ily to his mate; and
there on a bough above us blithly
sings a little bird. At our feet the
impid stream flows tinkling and CUR
Cling over the stones; while just be
low, the foam-capped water falls
laughing and dancing over a n1inia-
t,lro cascada, Ike children ronpiing
and clipping their hands in childish
glee, when released from school
Circling around yon beetling craig Is
the bald eagle, the king Of birds; and,
peering from that little clurnp OF
al<iers across the stream are three
timid deer. Everything is peaceful,
Nature is in happy mood. Present
y the soothing breeze dies away, and
all is still Hark. what sound was
that? Only the report of distant
rifle. Nay! it rumbles again louder
than before, and with ominous voice
'Tis thunder! A cloud fits across the
hitherto uncloudea sky. 4 storm ap-
proaches. Black and frowning masses
gather fast. The wind rises again.
This time it is an icy blast; it howls
and shrieks through the forest, bond
ing giant trees ike reeds, and laying
sapiings low We hurry into our tent
and silently watch the violence Of the
elements. On comes the storm with q
mighty rush. The stream whose
bosom SO lately dimpled and sparkled
in the sunlight now is black and
seething; it lashes the shore in infan-
tile fury; and the lofty trees creak
and grown as though in an agony Of
torture. Darkness overshadows US,
but not a word do we exchange: we
are absorbed in contemplating the
storm. The lightenings flash in lurid
sheets or in far-reaching crooked
streaks: the thunder roars and the
rain decends in torrents, deluging
everything But loud above the noise
of the storm we hear the trees falling
in all directions with many a terrific
crash, and now and again we hear
huge boulders bounding along, over
turning all cbst;cles IN their impetg;
Gus decent from The mountain top.
At last the storm subsidies, the rain
ceases, the clouds roll away and dis
close gorgeous sunset. Once
again the squirrels come forth from
their snug retreats. and the birds sing
their vesper hymn and retires to roost
Sush was the experience Of our first
day in camp. Next morning we
hurriJly disposed Of our breakfast il
our eagerness to be off fishing; then
we set out with all the necessary
paraphernalia for good days work.
X. was in high spirits, and lifted up
his voice in song Among the many
pieces he sang, one is well worth re-
peating. It is snatch from the
Anglers Song:
Our art can tell the insect tribe that ey-
cry month doth bring,
And with curious vile we know to mock
its gauzy wing,
We know what breeze will bid the trout
through the curling waters leap,
And we can surely win him from shallow
Or from deep;
Fer every cunning fish can we a cunning
bait provide,
In the sport that We court By the gentle
river side.
Where may We find the music like the
music of the stream:
What diamond like the glances Of its ever