The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-01-04

scold from fence top to tree, and the quail could be heard calling it's mate from the distant fields, We bowled along smartly, the good horse keeping that measured trot taken only by an experienced roadster and the miles slipped fast away under her springing feet.
 As we breasted to the brow of steep hill the mare was checked a moment for us (happy mortals) to enjoy the view. The distant slumbering city could be plainly seen with it's spires and massive buildings. The capitol with golden dome and gleaming marble, backed by the dstant hills of blue stood out boldly in the morning light Glastonbury lay at our feet, nestled amongst the green foliage like an exquisite picture in a frame of em- eraldl The picturesque Connecticut River with it's twists and turns spark ling from the rays of the early sun, seemed more like a huge serpent as we caught the glitter through the hills and trees. Occasionally an early rising farmer was met, either bound for the | city with his load of garden produce, or to the pasture with the meek brown eyed cattle. A pleasant nod or good lmorning" whitted our anticipation, l It was two miles from the farm house at the top of the hill to the head iof the brook, by road and pasture. To save time and long walk, the fat man suggested cross-cutting. This, in his opinion, would save about half the walking distance, so we started cross lots. One may have been mixed up in a tangle of wild thorns, laurel and scrub oak, with fly rod in hand, creel on back, with hip waders and the ther- mometer at about 80 degrees in the shade, can imagine how much time we saved, We struck it good and plenty The heat was intense, mosquitoes and ! flies kept nagging at us if we were the only two mortals willing to give up our hfe's blood for the cause. The fat man was about exhausted as we twist ed and turned in the brush to reach 1 firmer ground, all these minor details were forgotten, and we sat up and no- ticed things after wash in the clear cold water. Never again will leave | the veaten path to that brook, and firmly believe that the fat rascal put the job up on me to try me out.
 zOur first attempt was amongst the I bogs and oozy places where the water l runs clear and cold from the springs a beauty, with just enough swirl ant ripple to make fine trouting Henry's first cast was by clump of meadow | grass with the long, sweeping ends jus ! kissing the water. A swirl! a splash and a beautiful trout lay gasping or the grass, with all its marked colorlngS of silver, gold and red, showing brightly and clearly. A trout, in my opinion Is sot only the gamest fish that swims but tis such a clean, gentlemanly fel low, with trim shape, bright eyes ant beautiful coloring = it's fondness fol pure running water and deep, restfu pools-always wideawake and full O fight.
 We moved carefully down the mead ows, the grass breast high; the wil( flowers never smelled sweeter, the tree, never greener. "'Tis good to live, hey old man?" Now the brook widens ant the current runs swifter as we ap proached the woods and rocks. Here an old tree stump stocking out of tn, water formed just the right eddy, an, a foamy place by a small rock is al ideal spot for -pounder. ID, you see that piece of brush with 1t collection of driftwood and foam? Le your line down carefully to the uppe edge, and you will experience such peculiar shock that you will begin t realize the fun of trouting."
 One pool on that brook I claim as m, own, and as we edged carefully down stream side-stepped and approache, it from the lower side In it I knew wa an old grandfather trout, for I ha turned him over before. A fallen tre lay across the pool with a forest O twigs and boughs sticking out in ever, direction, making an ugly place t reach correctly, but a cool, shady re treat, and just the place for the big fel low.
 Discarding flies selected a nice biz fat worm, and cast to the upper edg of the pool, allowing the bait ito swir ! with the current. Swish! Splash! Tn water fairly boiled as I caught tn glint of silver and gold from what