| The noise of the falls makes constant music | Frontispiece iv | |
| Facing page | ||
| The farmers’ daughters with bare arms and gowns tucked up | 30 | |
| The bed whereon memory loves to lie and dream | 40 | |
| Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature | 120 | |
| Lulling and soothing the mind into a quietude | 162 | |
| The same that Titian saw | 174 | |
| The moon slips up into the sky from behind the Eastern hills | 292 | |
| If I should ever become a dryad I should choose to be transformed into a white birch | 304 |
About This Book
A collection of lyrical essays that celebrates rivers, fishing, and quiet outdoor pleasures through vivid, contemplative description. The writer blends nature observation, travel sketches, anecdote, and occasional practical angling detail to evoke brooks, mountain streams, plants, and evening moods. Themes of leisure, memory, and restorative solitude recur as small natural scenes prompt broader moral and aesthetic reflections. Tone moves between affectionate humor and gentle wisdom, favoring unhurried, sensory attention to landscape and the consolations of simple, habitual acts in the open air.