DOVE DALE REVISITED IOQ 



water, but still suspended to the branch, hanged 

 and drowned ! 



Wednesday, October ist. I commenced 

 angling operations, and never was an adven- 

 turous old angler more thoughtfully or more 

 kindly guided and guarded than was I by my 

 good friend, our host of "The Izaak Walton," 

 who is an expert fisherman, knowing most 

 things about angling. We carried our luncheon 

 with us, and fished up the Dale as far as my 

 old acquaintance, " Reynard's Cave," which has 

 the same old look (not possible fully to convey 

 by photographs). On my last visit I was 

 tempted to climb up to the kitchen, and thence 

 on to the top of the hill; there was no rope 

 to help me then as there is now, and I was 

 young and active, having barely turned three 

 score ; but now, although I could just as easily 

 do it le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle. We 

 fished all day, but with no success ; mine host 

 got a brace of very small trout and I got 

 nothing. 



In the smoke-room our various daily adven- 

 tures were duly discussed, and it was rather 

 consoling to find that not one of the experts, 

 these experienced hands, had done much better 



