To
MY FRIEND AND NEIGHBOUR
GROVER CLEVELAND
WHOSE YEARS OF GREAT WORK
AS A STATESMAN
HAVE BEEN CHEERED BY DAYS OF GOOD PLAY
AS A FISHERMAN
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED
WITH WARM AND DEEP REGARDS
Avalon,
July 10th, 1907.
CONTENTS
| I. | Days Off | [ 1] |
| II. | A Holiday in a Vacation | [ 23] |
| III. | His Other Engagement | [ 57] |
| IV. | Books that I Loved as a Boy | [ 101] |
| V. | Among the Quantock Hills | [ 117] |
| VI. | Between the Lupin and the Laurel | [ 139] |
| VII. | Little Red Tom | [ 177] |
| VIII. | Silverhorns | [ 193] |
| IX. | Notions about Novels | [ 221] |
| X. | Some Remarks on Gulls | [ 233] |
| XI. | Leviathan | [ 271] |
| XII. | The Art of Leaving Off | [ 309] |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| Our canoes go with the river, but no longer easily or lazily | [ Frontispiece] |
| Facing page | |
| On such a carry travel is slow | [ 36] |
| A notion to go down stream struck the salmon | [ 88] |
| There was the gleam of an immense mass of silver in its meshes | [ 94] |
| Tannery Combe, Holford | [ 126] |
| "Billy began to call, and it was beautiful" | [ 206] |
| There he stood defiant, front feet planted wide apart | [ 218] |
| She took the oars and rowed me slowly around the shore | [ 266] |