"Where the Sportsman Loves to Linger.": A Narrative of the Most Popular Canoe Trips in Maine. The Allagash, the East and West Branches of the PenobscotJ.S. Ogilvie Publishing Company, 1905 - 123 pages |
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Where the Sportsman Loves to Linger. a Narrative of the Most Popular Canoe ... G. Smith B. 1845 Stanton No preview available - 2014 |
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Page 74 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 72 - Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.
Page 82 - Is bent to a bow o'er the brooklet's brim, Till the trout leaps up in the sun, and flings The spray from the flash of his finny wings...
Page 82 - ... The fly at the end of his gossamer line Swims through the sun like a summer moth, Till, dropt with a careful precision fine, It touches the pool beyond the froth. A-sudden, the speckled hawk of the brook Darts from his covert and seizes the hook. Swift spins the reel ; with easy slip The line pays out, and the rod, like a whip, Lithe and arrowy, tapering, slim, Is bent toa bow o'er the brooklet's brim, Till the trout leaps up in the sun, and flings The spray...
Page 49 - Occasionally bluffs and hills extend down to the river, and then the country opens out again, first on one side of the river and then on the other side.
Page 44 - He baited his hook with a dragon's tail, And sat on a rock and bobbed for whale.