Superior Fishing, Or, The Striped Bass, Trout, and Black Bass of the Northern States: Embracing Full Directions for Dressing Artificial Flies with the Feathers of American Birds, an Account of a Sporting Visit to Lake Superior, Etc., Etc., Etc

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Carleton, Publisher, 1865 - Fishes - 312 pages

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Page 61 - By the shores of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them ; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
Page 127 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews ; And it floated on the river Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Page 127 - My canoe to bind together, So to bind the ends together That the water may not enter, That the river may not wet me!
Page 126 - Down the trunk from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. "Give me of your boughs, O Cedar! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me...
Page 127 - Of your balsam and your resin, So to close the seams together That the water may not enter, That the river may not wet me !" And the Fir-Tree, tall and sombre, Sobbed through all its robes of darkness.
Page 127 - From a hollow tree the Hedgehog With his sleepy eyes looked at him, Shot his shining quills, like arrows, Saying with a drowsy murmur, Through the tangle of his whiskers, "Take my quills, O Hiawatha!
Page 126 - Growing by the rushing river, Tall and stately in the valley! I a light canoe will build me, Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, That shall float upon the river, Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily! "Lay aside your cloak, O Birch-tree! Lay aside your white-skin wrapper, For the Summer-time is coming, And the sun is warm in heaven, And you need no white-skin wrapper!
Page 217 - Concerning these flies, I will note one thing, which is, that if you rise a fish with the Lady of Mertoun, and he does not touch her, give him a rest and come over him with the Toppy, and you have him to a certainty, and vice-versa. This I hold to be an invaluable secret, and is the only change that, daring my long practice, I have found eminently successful.

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