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"Why, they look so as if they wanted to be off in the woods with nobody round. I like the rabbits better, jumping round at home under the pine-trees. Then I think the trout-brook, at Ripton, is a great deal prettier than these fountains. But then I guess I should like the stores," she said, apologetically, a little afraid she had hurt or provoked Joy.
I went out and followed the trout-brook, which was a graceful little stream, and watched the pageant in the skies above the tops of the forest. The trees on either side of the tiny current had the look of souls regarding each other across a barrier, so solemn were they.
August the 22d we reached Cheat River in West Virginia, a large, clear mountain trout-brook. It crossed our path many times that day. Every mountain we crossed showed us Cheat River on the other side of it. It was flowing by a very devious course northwest toward the Ohio. We were working south and east.
But to him who has it not, it cannot be explained. A year from the time of my most blessed accident beside the trout-brook, in one year and two months from that day, upon a warm and wonderful September afternoon, my lady and I were married, and I brought her from her mother's house to the mountain village where first we saw each other. There we spent the first week of our happiness.
You must cast a longer, lighter line; you must use finer leaders; you must have your flies dressed on smaller hooks. "rari nantes in gurgite vasto." The floods themselves are also disappearing. Mr. Edmund Clarence Stedman was telling me, the other day, of the trout-brook that used to run through the Connecticut village when he nourished a poet's youth.
"'Oh, I don't know what he'd do, but I know he'd do something. He's that kind of a man." When the first days of the spring bass-fishing came, the Doctor coaxed Dan away for a three days trip to the river, beyond Gordon's Mills, where the roaring trout-brook enters the larger stream.
Beneath the fog the wide river slipped southward, a waveless sheet moving silently as oil, and whose brown color was only touched here and there by floating timber and the spume of greasy eddies. "Not very cheerful looking," was Norman's comment. "No," answered Roy, "she's no purling trout-brook; she couldn't be and be what she is one of the biggest rivers in America."
From that first moment, before I saw her face, drowned as I was in that wave of mean physical agony, given over utterly to myself, I knew, and to myself I said: "It is the dearest voice in all this world." A woman on the further side of the trout-brook stood uncertain, pitifully regarding me. She was not a girl, quite a woman; ripe, and self-possessed in bearing.
Then the rector said he was past praying for and had better read the Decalogue. When next day Mark Rivers was being shaved by the skilled hand of Josiah, he heard the voice of his friend and fishing-companion, the Rev. Isaac Grace, "What about the trout-brook this afternoon?" "Of course," said Mark, moveless under the razor. "Call for me at five." "Seen yesterday's Press?" "No.
I ventured, trying to be calm. "Best trout-brook in the township. Ain't it, Ed?" to the driver. "Has that name," Ed assented, nodding. "I never fish, myself, but I've seen some good ones they said come out of it." We were up the hill by this time, and Mr. Westbury waved his hand to a sloping meadow at the left. "That's one of the fields.
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