LETTER NO. VI 



FISHING FROM HARTINGTON THROUGH THE 

 DALES COTTON'S FISHING COTTAGE PIS- 

 CATORIBUS SACRUM PIKE POOL FOUL 



HOOKED ALLSOPP'S FISH-CULTURE ESTAB- 

 LISHMENT RAT CARRYING BABY RAT ON 

 HER BACK DUCKS AND THUNDER. 



" Shepherd. Wha wud hae expeckit a thunderstom on 

 the eve o' sic a day ? But the heavens in the thundery 

 airt were like a dungeon and I saw the lightning playing 

 like meteors athwat the blackness, lang before ony growl 

 was in the gloom. Then a' at ance, like a waukenM 

 lion, the thunder rose up in his den, and shakin' his 

 mane o : brindled clouds, broke out into sic a roar, that 

 the very sun shuddered in eclipse, and the grews (grey- 

 hounds) and collies that happened to be sitting beside 

 me on a bit knowe, gaed whinin' into the house, wi' their 

 tails atween their legs, just venturin' a hafflin' glance to 

 the howling heavens." Nodes Ambrosiance. 



IHURSDAY, August yth, was a 

 pleasant day for us ; lovely and 

 bright as an August day can some- 

 times be. We, the major and I, 

 drove over from "The Izaak Walton " to "The 



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