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a fine grayling there, and so on until we had a good 

 basket of fish. By a process not unknown to fishermen, 

 Peter's fish got into our basket, and we made our way to 

 the inn at Redmire, where we had left the horse and trap, 

 and drove away for home, trying to persuade ourselves that 

 we had been very successful. When we arrived home 

 the fine trout and grayling were turned out on to a large 

 dish. "Well, you have done well," said one; but another, 

 more sceptical, suggested that to get a dish like that 

 would require a silver hook, and then to finish us off the 

 lady of the house inquired if we "had seen Peter on 

 the river.''" For many years I visited this portion of the 

 river in company with Peter, and rarely went home 

 without a fine lot of trout. The length is now strictly 

 preserved by Sir William Chaytor on the north bank, and 

 Mr. Pilkington, of Blackburn, on the south. 



About a mile north-west of Redmire stands Bolton 

 Castle, long the lordly abode of the Scrope family. It 

 was here Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned by her 

 loving cousin, good Queen Bess. 



We must not pass Burton beck without a word. It 

 has its rise at Bishopdale Head, and takes its name from 

 the village of West Burton on its south bank. The trout 

 are very numerous in the beck, notwithstanding the wash 

 from some lead mines. Salmon come into it to spawn in 

 great numbers, from the Yore to the village of West 

 Burton being quite a favourite place with them. Another 

 good trout beck runs down Walden, a solitary valley 

 quite out of the way, and having only a farm house here 

 and there. Mr. Dent and I had a very successful day 



