S H 4-4-1 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. %p...r..._ Soinjrig§f !f o Shelf ...X.n.2. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. T he angler. by washington Irving, with etched illus- trations BY LOUIS K. HARLOW. ^4£9C (a) BOSTON • SAMUEL E • CASSINO MDCCCXCII \% ^ \\ HZ THE ANGLER. This day dame Nature seem'd in love, The lusty sap began to move, Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly. There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill. Sir H. Watton. It is said that many an unlucky urchin is induced to run away from his family, and betake himself to seafaring life, from reading the history of Robinson Crusoe ; and I sus- pect that, in like manner, many of those worthy gentlemen, who are given to haunt the sides of pastoral streams with angle-rods i in hand, may trace the origin of their passion to the seductive pages of honest Izaak Wal- ton. I recollect studying his " Complete Angler" several years since, in company with a knot of friends in America, and, moreover, that we were all completely bitten with the angling mania. It was early in the year ; but as soon as the weather was auspicious, and that the spring began to melt into the verge of summer, we took rod in hand, and sallied into the country, as stark mad as was ever Don Quixote from reading books of chivalry. One of our party had equalled the Don in the fulness of his equipments ; being attired cap-a-pie for the enterprise. He wore a broad-skirted fustian coat perplexed with half a hundred pockets ; a pair of stout shoes, and leathern gaiters ; a basket slung on one side for fish ; a patent rod ; a landing net, and a score of other inconveniences only to be found in the true angler's armory. Thus harnessed for the field, he was as great a matter of stare and wonderment among the country folk, who had never seen a regular angler, as was the steel-clad hero of La Mancha among the goatherds of the Sierra Morena. Our first essay was along a mountain brook,, among the highlands of the Hudson — a most unfortunate place for the execution of those piscatory tactics which had been invented along the velvet margins of quiet English rivulets. It was one of those wild streams that lavish, among our romantic solitudes, unheeded beauties, enough to fill the sketch- book of a hunter of the picturesque. Some- times it would leap down rocky shelves, making small cascades, over which the trees threw their broad balancing sprays ; and long nameless weeds hung in fringes from the impending banks, dripping with diamond drops. Sometimes it would brawl and fret along a ravine in the matted shade of a forest, filling it with murmurs ; and after this terma- gant career, would steal forth into open day with the most placid demure face imaginable ; as I have seen some pestilent shrew of a housewife, after filling her home with uproar and ill-humor, come dimpling out of doors, swimming, and curtseying and smiling upon all the world. How smoothly would this vagrant brook glide, at such times, through some bosom of green meadow land, among the mountains ; where the quiet was only interrupted by the occasional tinkling of a bell from the lazy cattle among the clover, or the sound of a wood-cutter's axe from the neighboring forest ! For my part, I was always a bungler at all kinds of sport that required either patience or adroitness, and had not angled above half an hour, before I had completely " satisfied the sentiment," and convinced myself of the 4 truth of Izaak Walton's opinion, that angling is something like poetry — a man must be born to it. I hooked myself instead of the fish ; tangled my line in every tree ; lost my bait ; broke my rod ; until I gave up the attempt in despair, and passed the day under the trees, reading old Izaak ; satisfied that it was his fascinating vein of honest simplicity and rural feeling that had bewitched me, and not the passion for angling. My companions, however, were more persevering in their delu- sion. I have them at this moment before my eyes, stealing along the border of the brook, where it lay open to the day, or was merely fringed by shrubs and bushes. I see the bittern rising with hollow scream, as they break in upon his rarely- invaded haunt ; the kingfisher watching them suspiciously from his dry tree that overhangs the deep black mill-pond, in the gorge of the hills ; the tor- toise letting himself slip sideways from off the stone or log on which he is sunning himself; and the panic-struck frog plumping in head- long as they approach, and spreading an alarm throughout the watery world around. I recollect, also, that, after toiling and watching and creeping about for the greater 5 part of a day, with scarcely any success, in spite of all our admirable apparatus, a lub- berly country urchin came down from the hills, with a rod made from a branch of a tree ; a few yards of twine ; and, as heaven shall help me ! I believe a crooked pin for a hook, baited with a vile earth-worm — and in half an hour caught more fish than we had nibbles throughout the day. But above all, I recollect the " good, honest, wholesome, hungry " repast, which we made under a beech-tree just by a spring of pure sweet water, that stole out of the side of a hill ; and how, when it was over, one of the party read old Izaak Wal- ton's scene with the-- milk-maid, ... > v while I r lay on the grass and built 6 castles in a bright pile of clouds, until I fell asleep. All this may appear like mere ego- tism ; yet I cannot refrain from uttering these recollections which are passing like a strain of music over my mind, and have been called up by an agreeable scene which I witnessed not long since. In a morning's stroll along the banks of the Alun, a beautiful little stream which flows down from the Welsh hills and throws itself into the Dee, my attention was attracted to a group seated on the margin. On approach- ing, I found it to consist of a veteran angler and two rustic disciples. The former was an old fellow with a wooden leg, with clothes very much, but very carefully patched, beto- kening poverty, honestly come by, and de- cently maintained. His face bore the marks of former storms, but present fair weather ; its furrows had been worn into an habitual smile ; his iron-gray locks hung about his ears, and he had altogether the good-humored air of a constitutional philosopher, who was disposed to take the world as it went. One of his companions was a ragged wight, with the skulking look of an arrant poacher, and I'll warrant could find his way to any gentle- man's fish-pond in the neighborhood in the darkest night. The other was a tall, awkward, country lad, with a lounging gait, and appar- ently somewhat of a rustic beau. The old man was busied examining the maw of a trout which he had just killed, to discover by its contents what insects were seasonable for bait ; and was lecturing on the subject to his companions, who appeared to listen with in- finite deference. I have a kind feeling toward all " brothers of the angle," ever since I read Izaak Walton. They are men, he affirms, of a " mild, sweet, and peaceable spirit ; " and my esteem for them has been increased since I met with an old " Tretyse of fishing with the Angle," in which are set forth many of the maxims of their inoffensive fraternity. " Take goode hede," saith this honest little tretyse, " that in going about your disportes ye open no man's gates but that ye shet them again. Also ye shall not use this foresaid crafti disport for no covetousness to the increasing and sparing of your money only, but princi- pally for your solace and to cause the helth of your body and specyally of your soule."* * From this same treatise, it would appear that an- gling is a more industrious and devout employment than I thought that I could perceive in the vet- eran angler before me an exemplification of what I had read ; and there was a cheerful contentedness in his looks, that quite drew me towards him. I could not but remark the gallant manner in which he stumped from one part of the brook to another ; waving his rod in the air, to keep the line from dragging on the ground, or catching among the bushes ; and the adroitness with which he would throw his fly to any particular place ; some- times skimming it lightly along a little rapid ; sometimes casting it into one of those dark holes made by a twisted root or overhanging bank, in which the large trout are apt to lurk. In the meanwhile, he was giving instructions to his two disciples ; showing them the man- ner in which they should handle their rods, fix their flies, and play them along the surface of the stream. The scene brought to my mind it is generally considered. " For when ye purpose to go on your dispones in fishynge, ye will not desyre greatlye many persons with you, which might let you of your game. And that ye may serve God devoutly in sayinge effectually your customable prayers. And thus doying, ye shall eschew and also avoyde many vices, as ydleness, which is a principall cause to induce man to many other vices, as it is right well known." 9 ** "■•'•■^: >* / the instructions of the sage Piscator to his scholar. The country around was of that pastoral kind which Walton is fond of de- scribing. It was a part of the great plain of Cheshire, close by the beautiful vale of Gessford, and just where the inferior Welsh hills begin to swell up from among fresh-smell- ing meadows. The day, too, like that recorded in his work, was mild and sunshiny ; with now and then a soft dropping shower, that sowed the whole earth with diamonds. I soon fell into conversation with the old angler, and was so much entertained, that, under pretext of receiving instructions in his art, I kept company with him almost the whole day ; wandering along the banks of the stream, and listening to his talk. He was very communicative, having all the easy gar- rulity of cheerful old age ; and I fancy was a little flattered by having an opportunity of displaying his piscatory lore ; for who does not like now and then to play the sage ? He had been much of a rambler in his day ; and had passed some years of his youth in America, particularly in Savannah, where he had entered into trade, and had been ruined by the indiscretion of a partner. He had afterwards experienced many ups and downs in life, until he got into the navy, where his leg was carried away by a cannon- ball, at the battle of Camperdown. This was the only stroke of real good fortune he had ever experienced, for it got him a pension, which, together with some small paternal property, brought him in a revenue of nearly forty pounds. On this he retired to his native village, where he lived quietly and indepen- dently, and devoted the remainder of his life to the "noble art of angling." I found that he had read Izaak Walton attentively, and he seemed to have imbibed all his simple frankness and prevalent good- humor. Though he had been sorely buffeted about the world, he was satisfied that the world, in itself, was good and beautiful. Though he had been as roughly used in dif- ferent countries as a poor sheep that is fleeced by every hedge and thicket, yet he spoke of every nation with candor and kindness, ap- pearing to look only on the good side of things ; and above all, he was almost the only man I had ever met with, who had been an unfortunate adventurer in America, and had honesty and magnanimity enough to take the fault to his own door, and not to curse the country. The lad that was receiving his instructions I learnt was the son and heir apparent of a fat old widow, who kept the village inn, and of course a youth of some expectation, and much courted by the idle, gentleman-like personages of the place. In taking him under his care, therefore, the old man had probably an eye to a privileged corner in the tap-room, and an occasional cup of cheerful ale free of expense. There is certainly something in angling, if we could forget, which anglers are apt to do, the cruelties and tortures inflicted on worms and insects, that tends to produce a gentle- ness of spirit, and a pure serenity of mind. As the English are methodical even in their recreations, and are the most scientific of sportsmen, it has been reduced among them to perfect rule and system. Indeed, it is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England, where every roughness has been softened away from the landscape. It is delightful to saunter along those limpid streams which wander, like veins of silver, through the bosom of this beautiful country; leading one through a diversity of small home scenery ; sometimes winding through ornamented grounds ; some- times brimming along through rich pasturage, where the fresh green is mingled with sweet- smelling flowers ; sometimes venturing in sight of villages and hamlets ; and then running capriciously away into shady retirements. 13 The sweetness and serenity of nature, and the quiet watchfulness of the sport, gradually bring on pleasant fits of musing ; which are now and then agreeably interrupted by the song of a bird; the distant whistle of the peasant ; or perhaps the vagary of some fish, leaping out of the still water, and skimming transiently about its glassy surface. " When I would beget content," says Izaak Walton, " and increase confidence in the power and wisdom and providence of Almighty God, I will walk the meadows by some gliding stream, and there contemplate the lilies that take no care, and those very many other little living creatures that are not only created, but fed, (man knows not how) by the goodness of the God of nature, and therefore trust in him." I cannot forbear to give another quotation from one of those ancient champions of an- gling which breathes the same innocent and happy spirit : Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling-place ; Where I may see my quill, or cork down sink, With eager bite of Pike, or Bleak, or Dace, And on the world and my creator think : While some men strive ill-gotten goods t* embrace ; And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war or wantonness. 14 Let them that will, these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill, So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil * On parting with the old angler, I inquired after his place of abode, and happening to be in the neighborhood of the village a few even- ings afterwards, I had the curiosity to seek him out. I found him living in a small cot- tage, containing only one room, but a perfect curiosity in its method and arrangement. It was on the skirts of the village, on a green bank, a little back from the road, with a small garden in front, stocked with kitchen-herbs, and adorned with a few flowers. The whole front of the cottage was overrun with a honey- suckle. On the top was a ship for a weather- *J. Davors. !5 cock. The interior was fitted up in a truly nautical style, his ideas of comfort and con- venience having been acquired on the berth- deck of a man-of-war. A hammock was slung from the ceiling, which in the day-time was lashed up so as to take but little room. From the centre of the chamber hung a model of a ship, of his own workmanship. Two or three chairs, a table, and a large sea-chest, formed the principal movables. About the wall were stuck up naval ballads, such as Admiral Hosier's Ghost, All in the Downs, and Tom Bowling, intermingled with pictures of sea-fights, among which the battle of Cam- perdown held a distinguished place. The 16 mantelpiece was decorated with seashells ; over which hung a quadrant, flanked by two wood-cuts of most bitter-looking naval com- manders. His implements for angling were carefully disposed on nails and hooks about the room. On a shelf was arranged his library, containing a work on angling, much worn ; a bible covered with canvas ; an odd volume or two of voyages ; a nautical almanac ; and a book of songs. His family consisted of a large black cat with one eye, and a parrot which he had caught and tamed, and educated himself, in the course of one of his voyages ; and which uttered a variety of sea phrases, with the hoarse rattling tone of a veteran boatswain. The establishment reminded me of that of the renowned Robinson Crusoe ; it was kept in neat order, everything being " stowed away" with the regularity of a ship of war; and he informed me that he " scoured the deck every morning, and swept it between meals." I found him seated on a bench before the door, smoking his pipe in the soft evening sunshine. His cat was purring soberly on the threshold, and his parrot describing some 17 strange evolutions in an iron ring, that swung in the centre of his cage. He had been an- gling all day, and gave me a history of his sport with as much minuteness as a general would talk over a campaign ; being particu- larly animated in regulating the manner in which he had taken a large trout, which had completely tasked all his skill and wariness, and which he had sent as a trophy to mine hostess of the inn. How comforting it is to see a cheerful and contented old age ; and to behold a poor fellow, like this, after being tempest-tost through life, safely moored in a snug and quiet harbor in the evening of his days ! His happiness, however, sprung from within him- self, and was independent of external cir- cumstances ; for he had that inexhaustible good-nature, which is the most precious gift of Heaven ; spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather. On inquiring farther about him, I learnt that he was a universal favorite in the village, and the oracle of the tap-room ; where he delighted the rustics with his songs, and, like 18 Sinbad, astonished them with his stories of strange lands, and shipwrecks, and sea-fights. He was much noticed too by gentlemen sportsmen of the neighborhood ; had taught several of them the art of angling ; and was a privileged visitor to their kitchens. The whole tenor of his life was quiet and inoffen- sive, being principally passed about the neigh- boring streams, when the weather and season were favorable ; and at other times he em- ployed himself at home, preparing his fishing tackle for the next campaign, or manufactur- ing rods, nets and flies, for his patrons and pupils among the gentry. 19 He was a regular attendant at church on Sundays, though he generally fell asleep during the sermon. He had made it his particular request that when he died he should be buried in a green spot, which he could see from his seat in church, and which he had marked out ever since he was a boy, and had thought of when far from home on the raging sea, in danger of being food for the fishes — it was the spot where his father and mother had been buried. 20 I have done, for I fear that my reader is growing weary ; but I could not refrain from drawing the picture of this worthy " brother of the angle ; " who has made me more than ever in love with the theory, though I fear I shall never be adroit in the practice of his art ; and I will conclude this rambling sketch in the words of honest Izaak Walton, by crav- ing the blessing of St. Peter's master upon my reader, " and upon all that are true lovers of virtue ; and dare trust in his providence ; and be quiet ; and go a angling." LIBRARY OF CONGRESS