Forgotten Treasures #9: TROUTING ON THE BRULÉ RIVER --PART 2

Daniel-San wrote:

"Wolfgang" wrote..

snip
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I turned in early, with a slight headache. My comrades had no idea of
prematurely retiring with too much trout to healthily go to bed with; and
while the camp-fire was wasting to embers and ashes, they reclined in the
tent, in the fading reflection of the dying light. They were not, then,
the contemplative men anglers are said to be. Between the snatches of
sleep, I heard high discourse among them about Darwin, evolution,
Swedenborgianism, and also other rambling profundities of theory and
speculation. When their jaws wearied at last of their verbosity and of
what, in my somnolence, appeared incoherent and windy twaddle, another
perturbing element to prevent an "exposition of sleep" coming upon me, was
a rain which set in.


...Some things never change. Nor should they, I believe.

When I read that passage the thought occurred to me that it sounded
just like ROFF. :-)

High, as the veteran, experienced in Sabbatizing in the woods, after some
yawning and wearisome lounging, equipped himself for reverent diversion
with the fishes, and committed himself to Tom and the canoe for combined
meditation and fly-fishing, up the silent river.

Wonderful. Simply wonderful.

___________________________________________
Wolfgang

Great stuff.

Absolutely. It makes me wish I had never posted my rambling
monologue disguised as a TR.


Dan
...who apparently needs to poke around the LOC site a bit more....

*Everyone* needs to do that. :-)


Chuck Vance (and not just us liberrians and liberrian wannabes
like Wolfgang :-)