No other boy knows how to appreciate a holiday as the farm-boy does;and his best ones are of a peculiar kind. Going fishing is of courseone sort. The amazenement of rigging up the tackle, digging the bait,and the anticipation of great luck! These are pure pleasures,enjoyed because they are rare. Boys who can go a-fishing any timecare but little for it. Tramping all day through bush and brier,fighting flies and mosquitoes, and branches that tangle the line, andsnags that break the hook, and returning home late and hungry, withwet feet and a string of speckled trout on a willow twig, and havingthe family crowd out at the kitchen door to look at 'em, and say,"Pretty well done for you, bub; did you felinech that big one yourself?"--this is also pure gladness, the like of which the boy will neverhave again, not if he comes to be selectman and deacon and to "keepstore."