Field and Stream, Volume 14 (Google eBook)

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CBS Publications, 1909 - Fishing
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Page 217 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 15 - Tis neither good for man nor beast ; When the wind is in the north, The skilful fisher goes not forth ; When the wind is in the south, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth ; When the wind is in the west, Then 'tis at the very best.
Page 124 - ... trail, which in desperation I followed, coming out of the cedars at the deep and narrow canyon. Here I fired my revolver. The echo boomed out like the report of heavy artillery, but no answering shot rewarded me. There was no alternative save to wander along the canyon and through the cedars until I found my companions. This I began to do, disgusted with my awkwardness in losing them. Turning Foxie westward, I had scarcely gotten under way when Don came trotting toward me. "Hello, old boy!
Page 592 - SHOULD you ask me, whence these stories ? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations, As of thunder in the mountains...
Page 521 - Gant-lot: a fenced enclosure into which cattle are driven after cutting them out from those of other owners. So called because the mountain cattle run wild, feeding only on grass and browse, and " they couldn't travel well to market when filled up on green stuff: so they're penned up to git gant and nimble.
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Page 524 - Time after time he shook them off; but they were true bear dogs, and knew no such word as quit. I took a last squint at my rifle sights, made sure there was a cartridge in the chamber, and then felt my ears grow as I listened. Suddenly the chase swerved at a right angle and took straight up the side of Saddle-back. Either the bear would tree, or he would try to smash on through to the low rhododendron of the Devil's Court House, where dogs who followed might break their legs. I girded myself and...
Page 478 - THE pollution of public waters is our most common act and our most uncivilized practice. The casting of refuse in a stream results only in transferring it from one neighborhood to another. The great evil with which practical fish-culture in America has to contend at the present time is the contamination of public waters by sewage and the refuse of manufacturies. Although the propagation of fishes by artificial means has, in this country, reached a degree of efficiency unequaled in other countries,...
Page 436 - I've been told that the Plott hounds are the best bear dogs in the country." " Tain't so," snorted John. " The Plott curs are the best: that is, half hound, half cur — though what we-uns calls the cur, in this case, raelly comes from a big furrin dog that I don't rightly know the breed of. Fallers, you can talk as you please about a streak o...
Page 440 - Desolation, up the left prong of Roaring Fork, right through the Devil's Race-path (how a deer can git through thar 7 don't see!), crossed at the Meadow Gap, went down Eagle Creek, and by now he's in the Little Tennessee. That buck, shorely to God, has wings!" We were at table in the Carolina room when Matt Hyde appeared. He was the worst tatterdemalion I had seen outside of a hobo camp, his lower extremities being almost naked. Sure enough, he bore a turkey hen. "I was callin' a gobbler when this...

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