Recreations of a Sportsman on the Pacific Coast

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G. P. Putnam's sons, 1910

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Seite 139 - Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling, as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did :" and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation, than angling.
Seite 22 - ... which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I...
Seite 22 - I was last this way a-fishing ; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly 149 contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill. There I sat, viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes...
Seite 23 - Twas a handsome milk-maid that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be, as too many men too often do; but she cast away all care and sung like a nightingale. Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it: it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow now at least fifty years ago. And the milk-maid's mother sung an answer to it which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days.
Seite 184 - I have compylyd it in a greter uolume, of dyuerse bokys concernynge to gentyll and noble men, to the entent that the forsayd ydle persones whyche sholde haue but lytyll mesure in the sayd...
Seite 184 - And for by cause that this present treatyse sholde not come to the hondys of eche ydle persone whyche wolde desire it, yf it were...
Seite 22 - ... there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea ; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebble stones, which broke their waves, and turned them into foam ; and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams.
Seite 36 - I seek the great lake in the top of the mountain to bathe in its limpid waters," he answered. "There would I also go and share your perils." "'tis well," answered Wimawita, "and I will reward your faith in me." Tsileu, inwardly raging, cast a look of hate upon them and sped northward through the land of the Klamaths. The next day Wimawita and Tculucul journeyed up the river. They came to a large lake and after some distance this gradually narrowed to a small but rapid stream. After a course of some...
Seite 44 - And he quench'd his thirst with two quarts of the first, To a pint of the latter, daily; Singing, "Oh, that a Dutchman's Draught could be As deep as the rolling Zuyder-Zee!
Seite 23 - I left this place, and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me' 'twas a handsome milkmaid that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be, as too many men too often do; but she cast away all care, and sung like a nightingale.

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