Reminiscences of Early Fishing in England 
The writer caught something more 
than fish on He had 
waded through the river from early 
one occasion. 
morn till about noon. We were tied to 
time, so we started on our homeward 
route, but stopped ten minutes at Bick- 
leigh village, and took refreshments— 
bread and cheese and cider (no time for 
dinner)—then off we went for Jump, a 
village some distance away, where we 
had hoped to have caught the mail 
lechad juste lett, so here we 
were nine miles from home with the 
coach. 
pleasant knowledge that we would have 
to walk the distance. We left Jump at 

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2:30 Pp. M., and reached home at about 
5p. M. ‘Three days after I] was on my 
beam ends, in'the Royal Naval Hospi- 
tal, under the care of Sir David Dick- 
son, who gave my friends but little 
hope of my recovery, fearing mortifica- 
tion had commenced. By God’s prov- 
idence my life was spared, and two 
months after, when I left the hospital, Sir 
David's 
it is no use to say, don’t go fishing, but 
caution to me was: ‘‘I know 
I will say, always wear flannels.” 
This caution I have observed ever 
since, and I would say to my fishing 
friends, ‘‘Do thou go and do likewise.” 







River Tamar, near Mount Edgcumbe, Eng. (From an Old Print). 
