Mr.
Calvert had no fault to find with Stevens's civility, but there was
certainly an inconsistency between his deportment now, and those
characteristics which were to be predicated of the manner and mode
of his very recent conversion. Besides, there was the story of
the brandy-flask, in which Calvert saw much less of honor either
to John Cross or his neophyte. But the old man did not express his
doubts to his young friend, and they sat together, watching, in a
silence only occasionalry broken by a monosyllable, the progress
of the unconscious couple below.
Meanwhile, our fisherman, occupying his lonely perch just above the
stream, had been plying his vocation with all the silent diligence
of one to the manner born. Once busy with his angle, and his world
equally of thought and observation became confined to the stream
before his eyes, and the victim before his imagination. Scarcely
seen by his companions on the heights above, he had succeeded in
taking several very fine fish; and had his liberality been limited
to the supper-table of his venerable friend Calvert, he would long
before have given himself respite, and temporary immunity to the
rest of the finny tribe remaining in the tarn.
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