56 DAYS IN DOVE DALE 



twenty- six years ago, as I presume that nuisance 

 has been removed long ago. E. M.) 



By Monday afternoon I began to think it 

 time I had caught another fish ! I had become 

 rather tired not to say ashamed of constantly 

 replying to kind inquiries, such as " What 

 sport ? " " Oh ! nothing, nothing. Water too 

 bright and low, you know ; fish not on the feed, 

 etc. Caught a fine brace " (first it was " yes- 

 terday," then "two or three days ago," but 

 now that it is more than a week since I caught 

 that precious couple, I think it is about time to 

 let them drop). 



In the evening we again invaded " The 

 Manifold " waters. The major captured two 

 and a half brace of good fish. I hooked half a 

 brace, and lost him. 



Yesterday we devoted to " The Dove," but 

 instead of carrying my rod I armed myself 

 with a walking-stick, determined to take a 

 lesson in fly-casting by watching the action of 

 the major. 



It was really a " pure pleesur " to see how 

 tenderly he laid his flies on the water, in 

 amongst the bushes and trees, between and over. 



