The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishingproprietors, 1833 - 328 стор. |
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... worm provokes a snig , Which being fast , if it prove big , The Gotham folly will be found Discreet , ere ta'en she must be drown'd . The tench , physician of the brook , In yon dead hole expects your hook : * Supposed to be Christopher ...
... worm provokes a snig , Which being fast , if it prove big , The Gotham folly will be found Discreet , ere ta'en she must be drown'd . The tench , physician of the brook , In yon dead hole expects your hook : * Supposed to be Christopher ...
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... worm , or any kind of This fearfulness of fishes of shadows seems to me to disprove Walton's opinion of their quick - sightedness , inasmuch as they see nothing distinctly . -J . R. + " No throwing , " says Titus , in BLACKWOOD's ...
... worm , or any kind of This fearfulness of fishes of shadows seems to me to disprove Walton's opinion of their quick - sightedness , inasmuch as they see nothing distinctly . -J . R. + " No throwing , " says Titus , in BLACKWOOD's ...
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... worm ; or a Case - worm : any of these will do very well to fish in such a manner . And after this manner you may catch a Trout , in a hot evening when , as you walk by a brook , and shall see or hear him leap at flies , then , if you ...
... worm ; or a Case - worm : any of these will do very well to fish in such a manner . And after this manner you may catch a Trout , in a hot evening when , as you walk by a brook , and shall see or hear him leap at flies , then , if you ...
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... perversion of the text , respecting the young Ravens . Even supposing worms to be bred in the nests , the poor things could not help themselves ther to.-J. R. the God of nature , who is said , in. 80 THE COMPLETE ANGLER . ...
... perversion of the text , respecting the young Ravens . Even supposing worms to be bred in the nests , the poor things could not help themselves ther to.-J. R. the God of nature , who is said , in. 80 THE COMPLETE ANGLER . ...
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... worms that breed in their nests , or some other ways that we mortals know not . And this may be believed of the Fordidge Trout , which , as it is said of the Stork that he knows his season , so he knows his times ( I think almost his ...
... worms that breed in their nests , or some other ways that we mortals know not . And this may be believed of the Fordidge Trout , which , as it is said of the Stork that he knows his season , so he knows his times ( I think almost his ...
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