low country, with associations of Knickerbocker, Rip Van Winkle, and
the romantic Dutch citizens of old New Amsterdam. The Palisades
(twenty miles of lofty, rugged natural wall) are a fine finish to the
run.

There seemed to be enough nets and fishing apparatus along the Hudson
to depopulate the stream, but there is some very good angling of a
common sort to be obtained there. Striped bass, white perch, pickerel,
sun-fish, frost-fish, and catfish are amongst the game, and trout are
to be found in many of the tributary brooks. The New Yorkers, I found,
also fish the Mohawk, where there are plenty of pike, pickerel, and
perch, pike being most abundant. The baits are crabs, crickets, and
minnows. Expensive as many things were in America, boats, at any rate
on waters of this kind, could be had much cheaper than in England, 50
to 75 cents per day being a usual charge.

Mr. Osgood, the slayer of the big fontinalis, had been round the
country, and I found him amongst his fishing tackle in New York,
showing rods and flies to an admiring trio of anglers, who, with the
near approach of June, were making ready their outfit. I spoke in
terms of bitter disappointment at my fate in having to leave the
country without even seeing a trout stream. I had three days to spare
before the boat sailed, and when Mr. Osgood was free he began to think
what could be done. The result was that he took me over and introduced
me to Mr. Harris, the editor of the _American Angler_, an illustrated
magazine of fish, fishing, and fish culture, issued monthly. When he
learned my troubles he made a suggestion, which suggestion being jumped
at by me, he sat him down, with the business-like promptitude by which
our Trans-atlantic cousins save a good deal of time in the course of
the day, wrote a letter, and the thing was done. The letter was an
injunction to someone to take care of me and show me the best that was
to be seen. Mr. Osgood kindly allowed his business to slide for a day
or so, and in an hour we were crossing to New Jersey, and were soon on
board a train bound for Rockland County. The scenery here also was
quite English, of the pleasantest pastoral type; for we were passing
through highly cultivated farms, in conditions of agriculture that had
not yet brought the owner and cultivator of the soil under such a cloud
of dismal distress as we had experienced at home. A buggy was waiting
for us at the station, and we had a couple of miles