It is a hard lot to be cooped up in the city, vegitating, as it were, in the shade, where there is no grass for their little feet to press, no fences to climb, or fields to ramble over, or brooks to wade, or running water on which to float chips, and wherein to watch the little chubs and shiners dancing and playing about, or fresh pure air to breathe, or birds to listen to.

Ragmuff drifted one troutling and sundry chubby chub down to nip our hooks.

Ragmuff drifted one troutling and sundry chubby chub down to nip our hooks.