Excerpt: ...right. Once they heard him swearing softly to himself, and knew that he had hooked and lost a fish. Away down at the tail of the pool, dimly visible through the gloom, the furtive fisherman, Parsons, had anchored his boat. No noise ever came from that craft. If he wished to change his position, he did not pull up the anchor and let it down again with a bump. He simply lengthened or shortened his anchor rope. There was no click of the reel when he played a fish. He drew in and paid out the line through the rings ...
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Excerpt: ...right. Once they heard him swearing softly to himself, and knew that he had hooked and lost a fish. Away down at the tail of the pool, dimly visible through the gloom, the furtive fisherman, Parsons, had anchored his boat. No noise ever came from that craft. If he wished to change his position, he did not pull up the anchor and let it down again with a bump. He simply lengthened or shortened his anchor rope. There was no click of the reel when he played a fish. He drew in and paid out the line through the rings by hand, without a sound. What he thought when a fish got away, no one knew, for he never said it. He concealed his angling as if it had been a conspiracy. Twice that night they heard a faint splash in the water near his boat, and twice they saw him put his arm over the side in the darkness and bring it back again very quietly. "That's the second fish for Parsons," whispered Beekman, "what a secretive old Fortunatus he is! He knows more about fishing than any man on the pool, and talks less." Cornelia did not answer. Her thoughts were all on the tip of her own rod. About eleven o'clock a fine, drizzling rain set in. The fishing was very slack. All the other boats gave it up in despair; but Cornelia said she wanted to stay out a little longer, they might as well finish up the week. At precisely fifty minutes past eleven, Beekman reeled up his line, and remarked with firmness that the holy Sabbath day was almost at hand and they ought to go in. "Not till I 've landed this trout," said Cornelia. "What? A trout! Have you got one?" "Certainly; I 've had him on for at least fifteen minutes. I 'm playing him Mr. Parsons' way. You might as well light the lantern and get the net ready; he's coming in towards the boat now." Beekman broke three matches before he made the lantern burn; and when he held it up over the gunwale, there was the trout sure enough, gleaming ghostly pale in the dark water, close to the boat, and quite tired out. He slipped the...
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Very Good. Issued Without a Dust Jacket. Book VG in light green cloth, cover handsomely decorated in gilt nouveau designs, 8vo, 247pp. Darkening of the spine dulling and soiling to cloth of the rear board. Otherwise a nice copy of this interesting book. Later printing. Originally published in October 1899.
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Very Good. 247pp including index Plates Cover is lightly soiled Previous owner's inscription near top of front facing page Removable picture of Henry Van Dyke inside front cover Frontispiece is starting to separate Pages are clean and tight.
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Collectible, Very Good. Book 12 mo., hardcover, VG plus in turquoise boards with black design on cover. Decorative endpapers. 285 pages includes index, illustrated with b/w frontispiece. First published in 1899, this is a reprint edition in well kept condition. "Dedicated to Author's wife who had the misfortune to marry a fisherman. His thoughts on fishing, life, love, birds, fish, people, weather, rivers, and more."
