"The fisherman has a harmless, preoccuoied look: he is a kind of Vagrant, that nothing fears. He blends himself with the trees and the shadows. All his approches are gentle and indirect. He times himself to the meandering, soliloquizing stream: he addresses himself yo it as a lover to his mistress: he woos it and stays with it till he knows its hidden secrets. Where it deepens his purpose deepens: where it is shallow he is indifferent. He knows how to interpret its every glance and dimple: its beauty haunts him for days." - John Burroughs, 1886