THE EDEjST at AEMATHWAITE. 



BY FREDERICK KENDERDINE. 



N intimate friend, who resides in Westmoreland, 

 agreed to join me in a visit to the Eden, a river 

 he had never thrown a hne upon, althougli 

 residing in the adjoining county. It was the first week in 

 June ; not a good time in England, though, according to 

 my experience, about the best for Scotland. On arriving 

 at Armathwaite Station, we observed two other anglers 

 alight, who, we ascertained, had previously engaged the 

 trap and beds. As they did not ride, and we were 

 not acquainted with the place, we followed them, 

 leaving our rods, and luggage, to come with theirs. 

 The principal inn, the " Red Lion," was nearly full, and 

 we had to occupy a double-bedded room, very scantily 

 furnished, our extra clothing and other things which 

 were not required for the day's use being kept on 

 the floor in the corners. Mrs. Dickenson, the hostess, 

 on our making complaints, said that she had only been 

 in the place a short time, and that her preparations for 

 visitors were not yet complete. She, however, did her 

 best to make us comfortable. Our first thoughts being 

 the campaign, we requested that tea might be served at 

 once to give us a good start. In the meantime we tootecj 



