Excerpt from Old Black Bass I enter the city Office when the breath Of May blows warm and whisper to those who love me Of White falls and quiet waters in the vastness Of open spaces. I hover over the campfire Where my kindred are gathered and listen to their tales Of great catches, Of unnamed Winding rivers, Of fish that fight in waters that are cold. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.