For volunteers would bravely hold A pumpkin till in halves it rolled; And then a turnip, quince, or pear, Would next be shot to pieces there; Till not alone the apples flew In halves before their arrows true, But even plums and cherries too. For Brownies, as we often find, Can soon excel the human kind, And carry off with effort slight The highest praise and honors bright. [Illustration] THE BROWNIES FISHING. [Illustration] When glassy lakes and streams about Gave up their bass and speckled trout, The Brownies stood by water clear As shades of evening gathered near. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] Said one: "Now country lads begin To trim the rod and bend the pin To catch the frogs and minnows spry That in the brooks and ditches lie. While city chaps with reels come down, And line enough to gird the town, And flies of stranger shape and hue Than ever Mother Nature knew-- With horns like crickets, tails like mice, And plumes like birds of Paradise. Thus well prepared for sunny sky Or cloudy weather, wet or dry, They take the fish from stream and pool By native art and printed rule." Another said: "With peeping eyes I've watched an angler fighting flies, And thought, when thus he stood to bear The torture from those pests of air, There must indeed be pleasure fine Behind the baited hook and line. Now, off like arrows from the bow In search of tackle some must go; While others stay to dig supplies Of bait that anglers highly prize,-- Such kind as best will bring the pout The dace, the chub, and 'shiner' out; While locusts gathered from the grass Will answer well for thorny bass." Then some with speed for tackle start, And some to sandy banks depart, And some uplift a stone or rail In search of cricket, grub, or snail; While more in dewy meadows draw The drowsy locust from the straw. Nor is it long before the band Stands ready for the sport in hand. It seemed the time of all the year When fish the starving stage were near: They rose to straws and bits of bark, To bubbles bright and shadows dark, And jumped at hooks, concealed or bare, While yet they dangled in the air. Some Brownies many trials met Almost before their lines were wet; For stones below would hold them fast, And limbs above would stop the cast, And hands be forced to take a rest,