40 DAYS IN DOVE DALE 



contemplation of the lovely scenery around 

 him. He quietly approached, and with that 

 marked courtesy and civility which at once 

 create good fellowship in all true disciples, he 

 accosted me. 



My first glance assured me that he was a 

 man of substance. He was clad in a hand- 

 some suit of Scottish tweed, his cheek was 

 bronzed, arid he looked the embodiment of 

 good health and substantiality. 

 " What sport ? " said he. 

 " As yet I have not wet my line," I replied. 

 " May I, as an old sportsman, have a look 

 at your flies ? I am well acquainted with all 

 the waters for many miles around here, and 

 if you want a day's real sport I will glady give 

 you four miles of the very best water here- 

 abouts." 



" Thank you, very much indeed," said I 

 and to myself I said, " I was right in my first 

 impression : this is truly a man of broad acres 

 and generous impulses." 



He examined my flies with the look of a 

 master. "Pooh," said he, "those flies are 

 perfectly useless for this water, the gut is too 

 coarse, and such flies as these are never seen 



