Page 67 - 1918 VES Meteor
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I am a lazy creature, addirted to no other e,·il habit than a deep cra,·ing for angling. I often wonder if I :fi::;h because ]'m lazy o1· am called lazy uecause I fi::;h. It's rather a fifty· fifry affair, I presuwe. On days when my ln~k is ill T lie back and contemplme (a habit which I am told is proper for an angler), and on one day in particular, in fact the ,·cry
day of this story, I rested 11pou my back and watched the traffic of tlJC clouds. I hardly remember what was occup~·ing my 111ind, hut I noticed a leaf put out upon the water, like a painted galleon, for far ad\·enturc. A branch of a willow dipped in the stream and wrote an endless truil in the nm- ning water. A twig sailed off freighted with my drf)wsy
thoughts-and I knew no more nntil a small, squeaking YOicc, seemingly from nowhere, aroused me.
''Take care of your line, young man!" it squealed n tho top of its voice.
I opcued my eyes, bur the speaker was quite im·isihle; but, sun• enough, pulling on my 1ine was the be.:;t trout I h
