LETTER NO. Ill 



MY FIRST TROUT BLOCKED FOR WANT OF KEY 



THE DONKEY-BOY HELPS IN TROUBLE 



ASTONISHMENT AT HOTEL AT MY SUCCESS 



** North. You never beat me at the fishing, sir, and 

 never will beat me at the fishing, sir, while your name is 

 Hogg. I killed that day in half the time double the 

 number. 



" Shepherd. But wecht, sir wecht, sir wecht 

 and every wean kens that in fushin' for a wager, wecht 

 wins its aye decided by wecht. 



' North. The weight of your basket was not nearly 

 equal to mine. You 



"Shepherd. Confound me, gin, on an average, ane 

 o' my troots didna conteen mair cubic inches than three 

 o' yours . . . The fack o' yours was mere fry and some 

 had the appearance o' bein' baggy mennons." Nodes 

 Ambrosiana. 



THINK I told you in my last that 

 the open-mouthed trout were wait- 

 ing for me. They were ! It had 

 been a fine, bright morning ; but 

 when I got down to the water, the water came 

 down on me, as usual, in torrents. 



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